غزل شمارهٔ 183

Last night, at morning time, me freedom from grief, they (Fate and Destiny) gave. And, in that darkness of night, me the water-of-life they gave.

Through the effulgence of the ray of His essence, me senseless, (and full of love for Him), they made : (In the world) from the cup of splendour of His qualities, me wine they gave.

It was a morning, how auspicious ! and a moment how joyous ! That " Night-of-Power " when me, this new command (as to wine), they gave.

After this (together are) my face and the mirror of the glory of Beauty ; For in it, me news of His splendour they gave.

If I became desire-gainer and happy of heart, what wonder ? Deserving, I was ; and me, these as alms they gave.

That day, me glad tidings of this fortune the invisible messenger gave : That in respect to that violence and tyranny, me, patience and endurance they gave.

All this honey and sugar that from my speech poureth : Is the reward of great patience, for which me, Shakh-i-Nabat they gave.

The blessing of Hafiz and the breathings (of prayer) of morning-risers (Abids) it was That me, freedom from the bond of Time's grief they gave.