Ghazal 417

From the Divan of Hafez · 7 couplets

The Oracle Speaks

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My pleasure is unceasing, from the heart-pleasing ruby lip —

my work is as I wish — praise be to God.

O rebellious fortune! Draw it close to your breast —

now the golden cup, now the heart-pleasing ruby.

The ignorant elders and the misguided sheikhs

made a legend of us with their talk of debauchery.

From the ascetic's hand we repented —

and from the pious one's deed — God forgive us.

O beloved, what shall I say? The account of your separation —

one eye and a hundred tears, one soul and a hundred sighs.

May the unbeliever never see this grief that I have seen —

from your stature a cypress, from your cheek a moon.

Longing for your lip carried from Hafez's memory

the nightly lesson and the dawn litany.

عیشم مدام است، از لعل دل‌خواه

کارم به کام است، الحمدلله

ای بخت سرکش! تنگش به بَر کش

گه جام زرکش، گه لعل دل‌خواه

ما را به رندی، افسانه کردند

پیران جاهل، شیخان گمراه

از دست زاهد، کردیم توبه

و از فعل عابد، استغفرالله

جانا چه گویم؟ شرح فراقت

چشمی و صد نم، جانی و صد آه

کافر مبیناد، این غم که دیده‌ست

از قامتت سرو، از عارضت ماه

شوق لبت برد، از یاد حافظ

درس شبانه، ورد سحرگاه

Source: Ganjoor.net

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