Ghazal 93: What a kindness it was that suddenly a drop from your pen

چه لطف بود که ناگاه رشحهٔ قلمت
حقوق خدمت ما عرضه کرد بر کرمت

به نوک خامه رقم کرده‌ای سلام مرا
که کارخانهٔ دوران مباد بی رقمت

نگویم از من بی‌دل به سهو کردی یاد
که در حساب خرد نیست سهو بر قلمت

مرا ذلیل مگردان به شکر این نعمت
که داشت دولت سرمد عزیز و محترمت

بیا که با سر زلفت قرار خواهم کرد
که گر سرم برود برندارم از قدمت

ز حال ما دلت آگه شود مگر وقتی
که لاله بردمد از خاک کشتگان غمت

روان تشنهٔ ما را به جرعه‌ای دریاب
چو می‌دهند زلال خضر ز جام جمت

همیشه وقت تو ای عیسی صبا خوش باد
که جان حافظ دلخسته زنده شد به دمت

What a kindness it was that suddenly a drop from your pen
laid the claims of our service before your generosity.

With the tip of the pen you have written a greeting to me;
may the workshop of time never be without your writing.

I will not say you remembered me, the heart-lost, by mistake,
for in the reckoning of reason there is no mistake in your pen.

Do not bring me low, in thanks for this blessing,
that eternal fortune has held you dear and honoured.

Come, for I will make a pact with the tip of your tress
that if my head goes, I will not lift it from your feet.

Your heart may learn of our state only at the time
when tulips grow from the dust of those slain by grief for you.

Come to the aid of our thirsty soul with one draught,
since they give you Khizr's clear water from Jamshid's cup.

May your time always be happy, O Jesus of the morning breeze,
for the soul of weary-hearted Hafez came alive by your breath.