غزل شمارهٔ 400

One lofty of stature, bold, picture-player of mine Made short the tale (of renown) of the long austerity of mine.

O heart ! thou sawest at the end of old age, of austerity, and of knowledge, What, with me, it did, the eye of the beloved of mine?

The destruction of my faith, I fear. For taketh, The prayer-arch of Thy eyebrow the presence (essence) of prayer of mine.

(To myself) I said : " With the garment of hypocrisy, love's trace, I concealed;" The informer was the tear ; and made manifest the mystery of mine.

Intoxicated, is the Friend ; and recollection of rivals (lovers), maketh not : His mention (be) for good, the Saki, the wretched-cherisher of mine.

O Lord ! when bloweth that breeze, from whose fragrant breath A perfume of His mercy becometh the work-doer of mine ?

With weeping, a picture on water I depict. Now, How long associated becometh the truth with the illusory . of mine ?

On myself, like the laughing candle (consuming and melting) I weep, Till I see what with thee, O heart of stone, maketh (worketh) the consuming of mine.

Zahid ! (equal are we) when a work (favourably) proceedeth neither by prayer of thine; Nor also, (by) the nightly intoxication and consuming and supplicating of mine.

With grief Hafiz burned. O breeze ! his state, say To the King, friend-cherisher, enemy-destroyer, of mine.