Ghazal 148

From the Divan of Hafez · 5 couplets

The Oracle Speaks

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When my beloved takes the cup in hand,

the market of all idols suffers a crash.

Everyone who saw her eye said:

Where is a morals-officer to arrest this drunkard?

I have fallen in the sea like a fish,

waiting for the beloved to catch me on her hook.

I have fallen at her feet in supplication —

is it possible that she will take my hand?

Blessed is the heart that, like Hafez,

takes a cup from the wine of the Primordial Covenant.

یارم چو قدحْ به دست گیرد

بازارِ بُتانْ شکست گیرد

هر کس که بدیدْ چشم او گفت

کو محتسبی که مست گیرد؟

در بحرْ فِتاده‌ام چو ماهی

تا یار مرا به شَست گیرد

در پاشْ فِتاده‌ام به زاری

آیا بُوَد آن که دست گیرد؟

خُرَّم دلِ آن که همچو حافظ

جامی ز مِیِ اَلَست گیرد

Source: Ganjoor.net

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