Ghazal 439: I saw in a dream last night that a moon had risen

دیدم به خواب دوش که ماهی برآمدی
کز عکس روی او شب هجران سر آمدی

تعبیر رفت «یار سفرکرده می‌رسد»
ای کاج هر چه زودتر از در درآمدی

ذکرش به خیر ساقی فرخنده‌فال من
کز در مدام با قدح و ساغر آمدی

خوش بودی ار به خواب بدیدی دیار خویش
تا یاد صحبتش سوی ما رهبر آمدی

فیض ازل به زور و زر ار آمدی به دست
آب خضر نصیبه اسکندر آمدی

آن عهد یاد باد که از بام و در مرا
هر دم پیام یار و خط دلبر آمدی

کی یافتی رقیب تو چندین مجال ظلم؟
مظلومی ار شبی به در داور آمدی

خامان ره نرفته چه دانند ذوق عشق
دریادلی بجوی دلیری سرآمدی

آن کو تو را به سنگ‌دلی کرد رهنمون
ای کاشکی که پاش به سنگی برآمدی

گر دیگری به شیوهٔ حافظ زدی رقم
مقبول طبع شاه هنرپرور آمدی

I saw in a dream last night that a moon had risen,
and by the reflection of its face the night of separation came to an end.

The interpretation was: "The friend who went travelling is coming back."
Oh, that he would come in at the door as soon as may be.

Blessed be the memory of my cupbearer of happy omen,
who always used to come in at the door with goblet and cup.

It would be well if he saw his own country in a dream,
so that the memory of its company might guide him towards us.

If the grace of eternity could be had by force and gold,
the water of Khizr would have been the portion of Alexander.

May that time be remembered when, from roof and door,
the friend's message and the beloved's letter reached me every moment.

When would your guardian have found so much room for tyranny,
if one night a wronged man had come to the door of the Judge?

What do the raw, who have not walked the road, know of the taste of love?
Look for one with a heart like the sea, a brave one, a foremost one.

The one who guided you to hardness of heart:
would that his foot had struck upon a stone.

If another had written in the manner of Hafez,
it would have pleased the taste of the king who fosters art.