غزل شمارهٔ 301

O (beloved) ! salt rights with thy lip, hath my wounded heart : The (salt) right, preserve ; for I depart, and thee to God entrust.

(O true Beloved!) that pure jewel Thou art that, in the holy world, The mention of Thee for good is the outcome of the angel's praise.

(O beloved !) if as to my sincerity doubt be thine, trial make : Like the touch-stone, none recogniseth the proof of pure gold.

(O true Beloved !) Thou spakest saying : " Intoxicated, I become ; and will give thee two kisses :" Beyond limit, passed the covenant ; but neither two (kisses), nor one (kiss), have we seen.

Thy (small) laughing pistachio (mouth), open, sugar-scattering (speech), make : In doubt of Thy (having a) mouth, cast not the people.

The sphere, I will dash together (and destroy) ; unless to my desire it come : Not that one am I, to endure contempt from the sky's sphere.

Since, access to Hafiz thou allowest him not, O watcher (Shaitan) ! from him, one or two paces farther (go ; and his society, abandon).