غزل شمارهٔ 283

At morn, from the invisible messenger, to my ear reached the glad tidings : " Tis the age of Shah Shuja ' (the soul) ; wine (love's tumult), boldly drink !"

Gone hath that time when people of vision went aside (fearing all) : In the mouth, a thousand forms of speech ; and (from fear of the enemy) silent the lip.

To the twang of the harp, those tales (that we have kept concealed) shall we utter : For, from the concealing of them, seetheth the caldron of the heart.

In fear of the muhtasib, the house (secret)-wine having drunk : (Now, in Shah Shuja's time) to the beloved's face, let us drink ; and (express) the shout : " Drink, drink again !"

Last night, from the street of the wine-house, on their back, they carried him, The revered Imam, who, on his back, the prayer-mat bore.

O heart! on the path of salvation, thee, good guidance, I make : In iniquity, glory not ; of austerity boast not.

The king's luminous opinion is the place of the light of splendour : When propinquity to him, thou desirest, in purity of intention strive.

Save the praise of his grandeur, aught make not the exercise of the mind ; For the confidant of Surush (Jibra.il) is the ear of his heart.

Mysteries of the counsel of the empire, kings know : Hafiz ! a beggar, a corner-sitter, thou ! clamour not.