From the Divan of Hafez · 7 couplets
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That meddler blames me for revelry and love —
the one who objects to the secrets of the science of the unseen.
See the perfection of love's mystery, not the flaw of sin,
for whoever is artless looks only at faults.
That breath will carry the perfume of paradise's houris
which makes our tavern's dust the pocket's fragrance.
The cupbearer's glance so ambushes the path of Islam
that perhaps only Suhaib can abstain from red wine.
The key to the treasure of happiness is the acceptance of the people of heart —
may no one doubt or suspect this point.
The shepherd of the Holy Valley will reach his desire
only when for years he serves Sho'ayb with his soul.
The tale of Hafez drips blood from the eye
when it recalls the time of youth and the time of age.
مرا به رندی و عشق، آن فضول عیب کُنَد
که اعتراض بر اسرارِ علمِ غیب کُنَد
کمالِ سِرِّ محبت ببین، نه نقصِ گناه
که هر که بیهنر اُفتَد، نظر به عیب کُنَد
ز عطرِ حورِ بهشت آن نَفَس برآید بوی
که خاکِ میکدهٔ ما عَبیر جِیب کُنَد
چنان زَنَد رَهِ اسلام غمزهٔ ساقی
که اجتناب ز صهبا، مگر صُهیب کُنَد
کلیدِ گنجِ سعادت قبولِ اهلِ دل است
مباد آن که در این نکته شَکُّ و رِیب کُنَد
شبانِ وادیِ اَیمَن گَهی رسد به مراد
که چند سال به جان، خدمتِ شُعیب کند
ز دیده خون بِچکانَد فِسانهٔ حافظ
چو یادِ وقتِ زمانِ شَباب و شِیب کُنَد
Source: Ganjoor.net
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