غزل شمارهٔ 27

Why in the concourse dost Thou seek the poet’s wild, ecstatic shriek, or lookest for another’s riot, whose heart is troubled and unquiet?

My affluent muse was taught by thee to swim the waves of melody; why seekest Thou the gem? Behold, my pierced heart doth the sea enfold.

Except within Thy presence there I stand. I cannot breathe my prayer: my heart before Thy feet I fling – what else should unbeliever bring?