Ghazal 77: A nightingale held a bright-coloured rose petal in its beak

بلبلی، برگ گلی خوش‌رنگ در منقار داشت
و اندر آن برگ و نوا، خوش ناله‌های زار داشت

گفتمش: در عین وصل‌، این ناله و فریاد چیست؟
گفت ما را جلوه‌ی معشوق در این کار داشت

یار اگر ننشست با ما نیست جای اعتراض
پادشاهی کامران بود، از گدایی عار داشت

درنمی‌گیرد نیاز و ناز ما با حسن دوست
خرم آن کز نازنینان‌، بخت برخوردار داشت

خیز تا بر کلک آن نقاش‌، جان افشان کنیم
کاین همه نقش عجب در گردش پرگار داشت

گر مرید راه عشقی، فکر بدنامی مکن
شیخ صنعان، خرقه رهن خانهٔ خمار داشت

وقت آن شیرین‌قلندر خوش که در اطوار سیر
ذکر تسبیح ملک در حلقه‌ی زنار داشت

چشم حافظ زیر بام قصر آن حوری‌سرشت
شیوه‌ی جنات تجری تحتها الانهار داشت

A nightingale held a bright-coloured rose petal in its beak,
and with all that plenty it was pouring out bitter laments.

I said: in the very midst of union, what is this lament and cry?
It said: the beloved's display of beauty keeps us at this work.

If the friend did not sit with us, there is no room for complaint;
he was a king in full fortune and was ashamed of a beggar.

Our pleading and our pride make no impression on the friend's beauty;
happy the one whose fortune gained something from the fair.

Rise, let us scatter our souls before the pen of that painter
who held all these wondrous pictures in the turning of his compass.

If you are a disciple on love's road, do not think of ill repute;
Sheikh San'an had his cloak in pawn at the vintner's house.

Happy the time of that sweet qalandar who, in the stages of his journey,
kept the angels' rosary of praise within the belt of the unbeliever.

Beneath the roof of that houri-natured one's palace, the eye of Hafez
had the manner of gardens beneath which rivers flow.