غزل شمارهٔ 32

Whether the world be foul or fair, with a smile fare on; forth from the nest, the cage, the snare, the bower, be gone!

Though stranger thou art, and dost not know how the way doth wend, in a bold, familiar manner go in the lane of the Friend.

Each breath that thou drawest, differently the world adorn; within this ancient hostelry swift as Time be borne.

If Gabriel lay his hand on thy rein, and the Houris, too, with a loving glance pass on again as fair charmers do.