غزل شمارهٔ 201

Wine without adulteration and the Saki pleasing are two snares of the Path, From whose noose, (even) the wise ones of the world escape not.

Although, lover, profligate, intoxicated and one black of book I am, (To God), a thousand thanks that the beloved ones of the city sinless are.

Tyranny is not the way of a darvish and of a way-farer. Bring wine ; for these travellers are not men of the Path.

Regard not contemptible love's beggars. For, these are beltless kings and crownless khusraus.

With sense, be. For, at the time of the wind of independence (pride), They purchase not for a barley-corn a thousand harvests of devotion.

Act not so that the splendour of the Heart-Ravisher (God) be shattered, When His servants flee ; and His slaves leap up (to depart).

The slave of resolution, dreg-drinking one of colour, I am : Not of that crowd that are blue of garment (outwardly pious), and black of heart (inwardly impious).

Save with the condition of respect, plant not thy foot in the tavern : For, the dwellers of its door are confidants of the king.

Hafiz ; love's rank is lofty. A resolution (make) ; For to themselves, lovers admit not those void of resolution.