From the Divan of Hafez · 9 couplets
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The one who holds the wine-cup in hand
holds the kingship of Jam forever.
The water from which Khizr found eternal life —
seek it in the tavern, for it holds the cup.
Entrust the thread of your life to the cup,
for this thread takes its order from it.
We and wine, and the ascetics and piety —
let us see which one the beloved prefers.
Beyond your lip, O cupbearer, there is none
in the round of time who holds fulfillment.
The narcissus has borrowed all its drunken ways
from your lovely eye.
The mention of your face and tresses is, for my heart,
a litany it holds at morning and at evening.
Upon the wounded breast of the afflicted,
your ruby lip places a perfect salt.
In the well of your chin, O soul — like Hafez —
your beauty holds two hundred slaves.
آن کس که به دست جام دارد
سلطانیِ جَم مُدام دارد
آبی که خِضِر حیات از او یافت
در میکده جو که جام دارد
سررشتهٔ جان به جام بگذار
کاین رشته از او نظام دارد
ما و مِی و زاهدان و تقوا
تا یار، سرِ کدام دارد
بیرون ز لبِ تو ساقیا نیست
در دور، کسی که کام دارد
نرگس، همه شیوههای مستی
از چشمِ خوشت به وام دارد
ذکرِ رخ و زلف تو دلم را
وردیست که صبح و شام دارد
بر سینهٔ ریشِ دردمندان
لعلت نمکی تمام دارد
در چاهِ ذَقَن چو حافظ ای جان
حُسنِ تو دو صد غلام دارد
Source: Ganjoor.net
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