Ghazal 490: In all the monastery of the Magians there is no one so distraught as I

در همه دیر مغان نیست چو من شیدایی
خرقه جایی گرو باده و دفتر جایی

دل که آیینه شاهی‌ست غباری دارد
از خدا می‌طلبم صحبت روشن‌رایی

کرده‌ام توبه به دست صنم باده‌فروش
که دگر می نخورم بی‌ رخ بزم‌آرایی

نرگس ار لاف زد از شیوه چشم تو مرنج
نروند اهل نظر از پی نابینایی

شرح این قصه مگر شمع برآرد به زبان
ورنه پروانه ندارد به سخن، پروایی

جوی‌ها بسته‌ام از دیده به دامان که مگر
در کنارم بنشانند سهی‌بالایی

کشتی باده بیاور که مرا بی‌ رخ دوست
گشت هر گوشه چشم از غم دل، دریایی

سخن غیر مگو با من معشوقه‌پرست
کز وی و جام می‌ام نیست به کس پروایی

این حدیثم چه خوش آمد که سحرگه می‌گفت
بر در میکده‌ای، با دف و نی، ترسایی

«گر مسلمانی از این است که حافظ دارد
آه اگر از پی امروز بود فردایی»

In all the monastery of the Magians there is no one so distraught as I:
my cloak is in pawn for wine in one place, and my notebook in another.

The heart, which is a royal mirror, has dust upon it;
I ask of God the company of one whose judgement is bright.

I have repented at the hand of the fair seller of wine:
I will drink no more wine without the face of one who graces the feast.

If the narcissus boasted of having the manner of your eye, do not be vexed;
people with sight do not follow one who is blind.

Perhaps the candle will bring the telling of this story to its tongue;
otherwise the moth has no care for words.

I have set streams running from my eyes to my skirt, in the hope
that they will seat one of straight stature at my side.

Bring the ship of wine, for without the face of the friend
every corner of my eye has become a sea with the grief of the heart.

Do not speak of anyone else to me, who worship the beloved,
for beyond him and the cup of wine I care for no one.

How this saying pleased me, which at daybreak
a Christian was saying at the door of a tavern, to drum and reed:

"If being a Muslim is what Hafez has,
alas, if after today there should be a tomorrow."