غزل شمارهٔ 30

One step on friendship’s road fairer I see than the moat pressing load of piety.

Take for Thy rest awhile this heart of mine and lay aside Thy toil and task divine.

O come; and tidings bring how stands my heart, where I am wandering, and where Thou art.

Recall those glances pure of love intense how long must I endure indifference?

Last night the burning moon did me address: ‘Accept the anguish, son, of unaccess.’

Fair spake she; but, ah yes, my creed of love to live in loneliness doth not approve.

Before thee I have laid this heart of mine; haply the twist thread Thou canst untwine.