Ghazal 86: Cupbearer, come, for the friend has lifted the veil from her face

ساقی بیا که یار ز رخ پرده برگرفت
کار چراغ خلوتیان باز درگرفت

آن شمع سرگرفته دگر چهره برفروخت
وین پیر سال‌خورده جوانی ز سر گرفت

آن عشوه داد عشق که مفتی ز ره برفت
وان لطف کرد دوست که دشمن حذر گرفت

زنهار از آن عبارت شیرین دل‌فریب
گویی که پستهٔ تو سخن در شکر گرفت

بار غمی که خاطر ما خسته کرده بود
عیسی‌دمی خدا بفرستاد و برگرفت

هر سروقد که بر مه و خور حسن می‌فروخت
چون تو درآمدی پی کاری دگر گرفت

زین قصه هفت گنبد افلاک پرصداست
کوته‌نظر ببین که سخن مختصر گرفت

حافظ تو این سخن ز که آموختی؟ که بخت
تعویذ کرد شعر تو را و به زر گرفت

Cupbearer, come, for the friend has lifted the veil from her face;
the lamp of those in retreat has caught fire again.

That candle with the trimmed wick lit up its face once more,
and this aged elder took up youth again.

Love gave such a glance that the mufti left the road,
and the friend showed such grace that the enemy took fright.

Beware of that sweet, heart-deceiving speech;
one would say your pistachio mouth wrapped its words in sugar.

The load of grief that had wearied our mind,
God sent one with the breath of Jesus, who lifted it.

Every cypress-tall one who sold beauty to the moon and sun,
when you came in, took up some other business.

The seven domes of the heavens are full of the sound of this story;
see the short-sighted one, who took the tale for a brief one.

Hafez, from whom did you learn these words, that fortune
made an amulet of your verse and set it in gold?