From the Divan of Hafez · 6 couplets
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I am hungover from the cup of love — cupbearer, give wine —
fill the goblet, for without wine the assembly has no luster.
The description of that moon-like face cannot come right behind the curtain —
minstrel, strike a melody — cupbearer, give wine.
My stature has become a ring — so that after this your rival
will not drive us from this door for any reason.
In the expectation of your face, it is we and hopefulness —
in the coquetry of your union, it is we and fancy and sleep.
I am hungover from those two eyes — where is a cup?
I am sick from those two rubies — is there not at least a reply?
Hafez, why do you set your heart on the fancy of beauties? —
when has the thirsty one been satisfied by the flash of a mirage?
مخمور جام عشقم، ساقی بده شرابی
پُر کن قدح که بی مِی، مجلس ندارد آبی
وصف رخ چو ماهش، در پرده راست نآید
مطرب بزن نوایی، ساقی بده شرابی
شد حلقه، قامت من، تا بعد از این رقیبت
زین در دگر نراند، ما را به هیچ بابی
در انتظار رویت، ما و امیدواری
در عشوهٔ وصالت، ما و خیال و خوابی
مخمور آن دو چشمم، آیا کجاست جامی؟
بیمار آن دو لعلم، آخر کم از جوابی
حافظ چه مینهی دل، تو در خیال خوبان
کی تشنه سیر گردد، از لمعهٔ سرابی؟
Source: Ganjoor.net
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