غزل شمارهٔ 154

Play a note, at the melody whereof, a great sigh, one can cast: Utter a verse, whereby the heavy cup of wine one can cast.

If at the Beloved’s threshold, one can lay one’s head, To the sky, the shout of loftiness, one can cast.

Wretched appeareth our bent stature: To the eyes of enemies, the arrow from this bow, one can cast.

Not contained in the cloisters are the mysteries of love-play With magians, the cup of magian wine one can cast.

The victuals of the king’s palace are not for the Darvish: Old and ragged-clad are we upon whom fire one can cast.

In one glance, men of vision stake two worlds, ‘Tis love; and, on life’s cast, the first stake, one can cast.

If fortune should open the door of union with Him, In this fancy, on the threshold, many a head one can cast.

The sum total of our desire is love, youth, and profligacy: When the senses become the candle, the ball of explanation, one can cast.

The highwayman of safety became Thy tress. This is no wonder. If Thou be highwayman, a hundred Karvans one can waylay.

Hafez! by the truth of the Kuran saying: From fraud and deceit come out: “It may be, that the ball of fortune with the sincere ones one can cast.”