غزل شمارهٔ 369

The eye (of expectation) of friendship from friends we had : Verily, 'twas mistake that which we thought.

Let us see, when fruit, the tree of friendship will give ; Now, we have departed ; and a seed (zikr va fikr) we have sown.

Not the way (usage) of the darvish is discussion (of complaint of the true Beloved, or of the murshid) : If not, (to narrate) passed circumstances to thee we had.

The way of thy eye, battle's deceit had, (This), we knew not ; and peace, we sowed.

Not of itself, heart-fascinating became the rose-bush of thy beauty : On it, the breath of blessing, we established.

Subtleties passed ; and complaint, none made : Aside, dignity we put not.

(The true Beloved) said : " Hafiz ! to Us, thou thyself gavest thy heart : "To none, the (tax-) collector, we sent."