Ghazal 428: At daybreak, still heavy from the night's drinking

سحرگاهان، که مخمور شبانه
گرفتم باده با چنگ و چغانه

نهادم عقل را ره ‌توشه از می،
ز شهر هستی‌اش کردم روانه

نگار می‌فروشم عشوه‌ای داد،
که ایمن گشتم از مکر زمانه

ز ساقی کمان ‌ابرو شنیدم؛
که ای تیر ملامت را نشانه!

نبندی زان میان طرفی، کمروار،
اگر خود را ببینی در میانه

برو، این دام بر مرغی دگر نه
که عنقا را بلند است آشیانه!

که بندد طرف وصل از حسن شاهی؟
که با خود عشق بازد جاودانه‌؟

ندیم و مطرب و ساقی، همه اوست؛
خیال آب و گل در ره، بهانه

بده کشتی می تا خوش برانیم،
از این دریای ناپیداکرانه

وجود ما معمایی‌ست، حافظ؛
که تحقیقش، فسون است و فسانه

At daybreak, still heavy from the night's drinking,
I took up wine to the sound of harp and tambourine.

I gave reason wine as provision for the road,
and sent it on its way out of the city of existence.

My beloved, the seller of wine, gave me such a glance
that I became safe from the wiles of time.

From the cupbearer with the bow eyebrow I heard:
"O you who are the target of the arrow of blame,

you will gain nothing from that waist, like a belt,
so long as you see yourself in the middle.

Go, set this snare for some other bird,
for the nest of the Anqa is high."

Who can win union from the beauty of a king
who plays at love with himself for ever?

Companion, minstrel and cupbearer are all he;
the image of water and clay on the way is a pretext.

Give me the ship of wine, that we may sail gladly
out of this sea whose shore cannot be seen.

Our existence is a riddle, Hafez,
and the study of it is spell and fable.