غزل شمارهٔ 401

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,

To every one, He displayeth His hued cheek like the red rose, If I say: " (Thy face from others), conceal:" (In grief at that), His face, He concealeth from me

To my eye, I spake saying : " At last, Him once fully behold :" It (the eye) said : " Perchance thou wishest that a stream of blood should pour from me."

Thirsty for my blood, He ; and for His blood, I. So that when it happeneth, My desire I will take from Him; or justice (revenge), He will take from me.

If, like Farhad, my life in bitterness issueth, there is no fear ; Many sweet tales remain behind of me.

If before Him, like the candle, I die, at my grief, He laugheth like the morning : If I grieve, His tender heart is grieved against me.

Friends ! for His mouth, behold ye my life, I gave : Say: How for a trifling matter, He keepeth back from me.

Hafiz ! conclude. For, if in this way, love's lesson thou read, In every corner, love uttereth tales of me.