Ghazaliyat
When (to reach His skirt) the dust of His path, I become, His skirt He shaketh from me : If I say: "(In love), my heart, return," His face, He turneth from me,
A heart-alluring subtlety, I utter, "The mole of that one moon of face, behold. " Bound with the chain of that tress, my reason and soul behold,"
Ruby wine (love for the true Beloved) drink; and the face of those moon of forehead (Arifs of God) - behold : Contrary to the religious order of those (Abids, and Zahids, outward worshippers), the beauty of these (the Arifs of God) behold.
On the rank of profligates keep casting a glance better than this ; To the door of the wine-house establish a thorough-fare better than this.
By the soul of the Pir of the tavern ; and by (my) gratitude for the favour of his, (I swear) that, in my head, is naught save desire of service of his
The beloved said : " Forth, thou wentest for the spectacle of the new (crescent) moon : " Thine, be shame of my (crescent) moon eye-brows (that are more glorious) ; go!
The green expanse of sky, I beheld ; and the sickle (the crescent) of the new moon ; To me, recollection came of my own sown-field ; and of the time of reaping (the judgment-day).
O Thou (that hast) the (resplendent) sun, the mirror-holder of the beauty of Thine; (And) the musk (dark fragrant) tress, the censer-circulator of the (dark) mole of Thine !
O thou (that hast) the blood-price of the (precious) musk-pod of Chin, the dust of the path of thine ; (And) the sun, cherished in the shade of the border of the cap of thine !
O thou (that hast) the kaba of sovereignty, true to the stature- of thine; Decoration (hath) the crown and the seal-ring from the lofty jewel of thine.
Torment (of envy) to the violet, giveth the musk-exhaling tress- of thine; The fold of the rose-bud, rendeth the heart-alluring laughter of thine.
Mine is an eye, blood-shedding on account of the eye of that bow eyebrow ; Full of tumult will become the world on account of that eye, and of that eyebrow.
The down (the world's up-springing) of the true Beloved's cheek, eclipsed is the moon by which, Is a joyous ring; but path is none out from it.
Pleasure's rose-bush blossometh : the Saki, rose of cheek, where ? Bloweth the spring breeze ; the pleasant tasting wine, where?
messenger of the true ones (sincere lovers) ! news of our Beloved utter: To the bulbul, song-singing (the lover), the state of the rose (the Beloved), utter.
Happy (is) the breeze, ambergris be-perfumed, a perfumed pastile, desired of heart, That, in desire of thee, arose early the morning !
From the heart-desiring ruby (lip of the true Beloved) ever is my ease ; (And) my work to desire, al hamdu-1-illah !
If, in the street of that moon (the true Beloved) the sword (of calamity) rain, (Beneath it), the neck, we have placed. The order is of God.
Union with the Beloved than everlasting life, better; O Lord ! me that (union) give ; for that (is) best.
(O beloved !) suddenly, thy veil thou up-castedest. - This is what ? Intoxicated, forth from the house, thou hastenedest. - This is what?
The door (threshold) of the magians' house was swept and water-sprinkled : (At the door) the Pir sat, and to old and to young, salutation gave.
O thou that, with the long trailing tress, hast come ! Thine be leisure ; for, (with love) pitying the distraught, thou hast come.
Last night, to the door of the wine-house, I went, sleep stained The khirka wet of skirt, and the prayer-mat, wine stained
O beloved ! separate from me, be not ; for, the light of my eye thou art : The ease of soul and the friend of the heart-distraught one.
The skirt-trailer (damsel) kept moving in cloth, gold-embroidered, In envy of her, a hundred moon-of-face, the collar of hempen cloth rent
With my heart's blood, a letter to the friend, I wrote : " Verily, through separation from thee, I experience the torment of the resurrection."
In the early morn, when intoxicated with the night's wine, The cup, I took, with the harp and the flute.
Saki ! come ; for the goblet of the tulip hath become full of wine : Mutterings, how long? raving words till when ?
If to the voice of the bulbul and of the turtle-dove, wine thou drink not; Thee, how may I cure? The last remedy is the cautery.
His lip, I kiss ; and down drink its wine ; To the water of life I have taken my foot.
O Saki ! intoxicated with love's cup, I am ; give a little wine. Full, make the goblet ; for, without wine, the assembly hath not (even) a little lustre.
O thou that, on the moon (of thy radiant face), the veil of musky hair castest, Kindness, thou didst ; on the sun (thy effulgent face, so that from love's fire, lovers should not consume) a shade thou castest.
O heart ! a moment, void of love and of intoxication, be not ; At that time, go when, from non-existence to existence, thou escapedest.
To the adversary, utter not the mysteries of love and of intoxication, So that, without knowledge (of love), in pain of self-worshipping, he may die.
If to us a letter, that perfumed hair (the beloved) had written, The leaf of our existence, the sphere would not have folded up.
O thou, of whose street, (only) a tale is the tale of paradise ; And of whose face, (only) a sign is the description of the beauty of the Hur.
By her two tresses, Salma bound my heart ; Yet, every day, my soul crieth to me : "Come and die ! "
Last night, in sleep, I saw that forth, a great moon had come, From the reflection of the face whereof, to an end, the night of separation had come.
In the morning, to the breeze, I uttered the tale of my longing ; The address (of reply) came saying: "A relier be on the favours of Lordship."
If, kind (on our state), the heart of that Beloved had been, how well it would have been ; For, if (kind) like that, He had been, not like this our state would have been.
By His (the true Beloved's) soul I swear that if power of (sacrificing) my life had been, The humble offering of His slave, it would have been.
If, like the (lofty) cypress, a moment thou move in a rose-garden, In envy of thy face, every rose suffereth a thorn.
'Tis a city full of graceful ones ; and, on every side, an idol. O friends ! 'tis love's salutation, if ye make , a bargain.
(O Beloved!) Thou whose purpose in the world whatever it be, Thou hast; Of the state of the feeble and of the powerless, what grief (is it that) Thou hast ?
O breeze ! the perfume of that musk-scented tress thou hast ; As the token, thou stayest ; for its perfume thou hast.
(O beloved ! ) come ; towards us this hatred exercise not ; For the light of ancient society, thou hast.
O thou that, in the tavern-street, thy dwelling hast ! The Jamshid of thy own time, thou art, if, on the cup, thy hand thou hast.
O thou that lawful, the separation of lovers holdest; (And) apart from thy bosom, lovers holdest !
Tis a time when expectant, us thou keepest; , Not in the way of others, thy slaves, thou keepest.
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