Ghazal 485

Cupbearer, the shadow of the cloud is here, and spring, and the brook's edge —

I will not say what to do — if you are a person of heart, you yourself say.

No scent of sincerity comes from this design — rise,

wash the stained cloak of the Sufi in pure wine.

The world is base in nature — do not rely on its generosity —

O world-wise one! Do not seek steadfastness from the base.

I give you two pieces of advice — listen, and take a hundred treasures:

enter through the door of pleasure, and do not walk the path of fault.

Give thanks that once again you have reached the spring —

plant the root of goodness, and seek the path of truth.

You seek the face of the beloved — make the mirror worthy —

otherwise, rose and briar will never bloom from iron and brass.

Open your ear — for the nightingale in its cry says:

Master, do not be neglectful — smell the rose of grace.

You said: From our Hafez comes the scent of hypocrisy —

blessings on your breath — you have caught the scent well.