غزل شمارهٔ 254

Again, from the branch of the straight cypress, the patient bulbul Shouted glad tidings, saying : " From the face of the rose, far be the evil eye !"

O rose (beloved)! in thanks that, to thy heart's desire, thou blossomedest, With bulbuls, the distraught lover, display no pride.

Against the hand of thy absence, no complaint, I make : So long as (long) absence is none, no (great) pleasure giveth the presence (of the beloved).

If, joyous and gladsome in pleasure and joy others be, For us, the grief (of love) for the idol (the true Beloved) is joy's source.

Hopeful of Hur and of palaces (above), if the Zahid be, For us, the wine-house is the palace ; and the beloved, the Hur.

To the sound of the harp, drink wine ; and suffer no grief. If any one Speak to thee saying: "Wine, drink not (for 'tis sin)," say: "The forgiver is God."

Hafiz ! complaint of grief of separation, why makest thou ? In separation, is union : in darkness, light !