Poem #429
English Translation
Persian
Come, Cupbearer! The tulip's cup is filled with wine today
How long will myths and idle tales lead our poor hearts astray?
ساقی بیا که شد قدحِ لاله پر ز می
طامات تا به چند و خرافات تا به کی؟
Leave pride and vanity behind, for Time has seen the fall
Of Caesar's robe and Kay's great crown, ending their glory all.
بگذر ز کبر و ناز که دیده‌ست روزگار
چین قبای قیصر و طرْفِ کلاه کی
Awake! The bird of the garden is drunk with morning's breath
Arise! For right behind you stalks the sleep of non-being and death.
هشیار شو که مرغ چمن مست گشت هان
بیدار شو که خواب عدم در پی است هی
Gracefully move, O tender branch of fresh and early spring
May winter's wind no harm to you or cruel disorder bring.
خوش نازکانه می‌چمی ای شاخ نوبهار
کآشفتگی مبادت از آشوب باد دی
Trust not the wheel of heaven's love, nor how it turns around
Woe to the one who safe within its treacherous tricks is found!
بر مهر چرخ و شیوهٔ او اعتماد نیست
ای وای بر کسی که شد ایمن ز مکر وی
Tomorrow, Kawthar's stream and houris wait for us, 'tis true
But today the moon-faced Saki and the wine-cup are here too.
فردا شراب کوثر و حور از برای ماست
و امروز نیز ساقی مه‌روی و جام می
The breeze recalls the covenant of childhood's happy day
O Soul, bring wine—the medicine that drives all grief away!
باد صبا ز عهد صبی یاد می‌دهد جان
دارویی که غم ببرد درده ای صبی!
Regard not the rose's pomp and power, for the wind's decree
Has cast its petals underfoot for all the world to see.
حشمت مبین و سلطنت گل، که بسپرد
فراش باد هر ورقش را به زیر پی
Pour out a heavy measure to Hatim Tai's memory
That we may fold the misers' book of black iniquity.
درده به یاد حاتمِ طی جام یک منی
تا نامهٔ سیاه بخیلان کنیم طی
Pour from that wine that gave the tulip beauty and its grace
And brought its inner nature out to shine upon its face.
زان می که داد حسن و لطافت به ارغوان
بیرون فکند لطف مزاج از رخش به خوی
Take your throne in the garden, where in service, rank on rank
The cypress stands, the reed is girt, upon the river bank.
مسند به باغ بر که به خدمت چو بندگان
استاده است سرو و کمر بسته است نی
Hafez, your magic-weaving tale has traveled far away
To Egypt, China, Rum, and to the borders of Ray.
حافظ حدیثِ سحرفریبِ خوشت رسید
تا حد مصر و چین و به اطراف روم و ری
Cultural Context
US Interest Rank: 8/10. This poem expresses carpe diem philosophy and contains cultural references. The reference to Hatim of Tay adds cultural depth. The verse about 'tomorrow the wine of Kawthar and the houri is for us, and today also the moon-faced cupbearer and the cup of wine' is a powerful statement. The observation that Hafez's 'pleasant magic-deceiving tale reached until the limit of Egypt and China and to the sides of Rome and Ray' is a striking statement. The poem's combination of carpe diem philosophy and cultural references makes it very engaging.
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