From the Divan of Hafez · 7 couplets
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Do not fault the rends, O ascetic of pure nature!
For the sin of others will not be written upon you.
Whether I am good or bad, go and tend to yourself —
each one reaps in the end what he has sown.
All people seek the beloved, whether sober or drunk —
every place is the house of love, whether mosque or synagogue.
My head of submission, and the brick of the tavern’s door —
if the pretender does not understand the words, tell him: head and brick!
Do not make me hopeless of the precedent of eternal grace —
you behind the veil, what do you know of who is beautiful and who is ugly?
It is not only I who fell from behind the veil of piety —
my father too let slip the eternal paradise from his hand.
Hafez! On the Day of Death, if you have a cup in hand,
they will take you straight from the tavern quarter to paradise.
عِیبِ رِندان مَکُن ای زاهدِ پاکیزهسِرِشت!
که گناهِ دِگَران بَر تو نخواهند نوشت
من اگر نیکم و گر بَد، تو برو خود را باش!
هر کسی آن دِرَوَد عاقبتِ کار، که کِشت
همهکس، طالبِ یارند؛ چه هُشیار و چه مست
همهجا، خانهٔ عشق است؛ چه مسجد چه کِنِشت
سر تسلیمِ من و خشتِ درِ مِیکدهها
مُدَّعی گر نکند فهمِ سخن، گو سر و خشت
ناامیدم مکن از سابقهٔ لطفِ اَزَل
تو پسِ پرده چه دانی که که خوب است و که زشت؟
نه من از پردهٔ تقوا به درافتادم و بس
پِدرم نیز بهِشتِ ابد از دست، بِهِشت
حافظا! روز اجل گر به کف آری جامی
یکسر از کویِ خرابات بَرَنْدَت به بهشت
Source: Ganjoor.net
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