For years my heart inquired of me

                   Where Jamshid’s sacred cup might be,

And what was in its own possession

                   It asked from strangers, constantly;

Begging the pearl that’s slipped its shell

                   From lost souls wandering by the sea.

Last night I took my troubles to

                   The Magian sage whose keen eyes see

A hundred answers in the wine

                   Whose cup he, laughing, showed to me.

I questioned him, “When was this cup

                   That shows the world’s reality

Handed to you?” He said, “The day

                   Heaven’s vault of lapis lazuli

Was raised, and marvelous things took place

                   By Intellect’s divine decree,

And Moses’ miracles were made

                   And Sameri’s apostasy.”

He added then, “That friend they hanged

                   High on the looming gallows tree—

His sin was that he spoke of things

                   Which should be pondered secretly,

The page of truth his heart enclosed

                   Was annotated publicly.

But if the Holy Ghost once more

                   Should lend his aid to us we’d see

Others perform what Jesus did—

                   Since in his heartsick anguish he

Was unaware that God was there

                   And called His name out ceaselessly.”

I asked him next, “And beauties’ curls

                   That tumble down so sinuously,

What is their meaning? Whence do they come?”

                   “Hafez,” the sage replied to me,

“It’s your distracted, lovelorn heart

                   That asks these questions constantly.”

۱

سال‌ها دل طلب جام جم از ما می‌کرد

وان چه خود داشت ز بیگانه تمنا می‌کرد

۲

گوهری کز صدف کون و مکان بیرون است

طلب از گمشدگان لب دریا می‌کرد

۳

مشکل خویش بر پیر مغان بردم دوش

کو به تایید نظر حل معما می‌کرد

۴

دیدمش خرم و خندان قدح باده به دست

و اندر آن آینه صد گونه تماشا می‌کرد

۵

گفتم این جام جهان بین به تو کی داد حکیم

گفت آن روز که این گنبد مینا می‌کرد

۶

بی دلی در همه احوال خدا با او بود

او نمی‌دیدش و از دور خدا را می‌کرد

۷

این همه شعبده خویش که می‌کرد این جا

سامری پیش عصا و ید بیضا می‌کرد

۸

گفت آن یار کز او گشت سر دار بلند

جرمش این بود که اسرار هویدا می‌کرد

۹

فیض روح القدس ار باز مدد فرماید

دیگران هم بکنند آن چه مسیحا می‌کرد

۱۰

گفتمش سلسله زلف بتان از پی چیست

گفت حافظ گله‌ای از دل شیدا می‌کرد

From: http://hafez.mastaneh.ir/ghazal/ghazal-143/

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