From the Divan of Hafez · 8 couplets
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Come, for the Turk of the sky has plundered the table of the fast —
the crescent of the feast has pointed toward the turning of the cup.
The reward of fasting and the accepted pilgrimage went to the one
who made a pilgrimage to the dust of love's tavern.
Our true home is the corner of the tavern —
God reward the one who built this dwelling.
What is the price of wine red as ruby? The jewel of reason —
come, for profit went to the one who made this trade.
Prayer in the curve of those prayer-niche brows
is performed by the one who made ablution with the blood of the liver.
Alas! The ogling narcissus of the city's sheikh today
looked upon the dregs-drinkers with contempt.
Gaze upon the friend's face and be grateful to your eyes,
for the experienced one looked with true insight.
Hear the story of love from Hafez, not from the preacher,
though the preacher employed much art in his phrasing.
بیا که تُرکِ فلک خوانِ روزه غارت کرد
هلالِ عید به دورِ قدح اشارت کرد
ثوابِ روزه و حجِّ قبول آن کس بُرد
که خاکِ میکدهٔ عشق را زیارت کرد
مُقامِ اصلیِ ما گوشهٔ خرابات است
خداش خیر دهاد آن که این عمارت کرد
بهایِ بادهٔ چون لعل چیست؟ جوهرِ عقل
بیا که سود کسی بُرد، کاین تجارت کرد
نماز در خَمِ آن ابروانِ محرابی
کسی کُنَد که به خونِ جگر طهارت کرد
فغان که نرگس جَمّاشِ شیخِ شهر امروز
نظر به دُردکشان از سرِ حقارت کرد
به رویِ یار نظر کن ز دیده مِنّت دار
که کاردیده، نظر از سرِ بِصارت کرد
حدیثِ عشق ز حافظ شنو نه از واعظ
اگر چه صنعتِ بسیار در عبارت کرد
Source: Ganjoor.net
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