غزل شمارهٔ 469

Came the breeze giving fragrance of Hima (the abode of the beloved) ; and my desire increased : Be my precious life a ransom for the dust of the Friend's door.

The hearing of the Friend's message is felicity and safety ; From me to Su'ad (the beloved), greeting, who will convey?

To the evening (- shelter) of strangers, come ; and the (bloody) water of our eye, behold, Like pure (red) wine in Damascus glass.

If, in praise of the dweller of Arak (the beloved), the bird of happiness warbleth, From its gardens, the moaning of my pigeons (in desire of the possessor of Arak) will not be separated.

Not much remaineth when to an end cometh the day of separation from the beloved ; From the hills of Hima (the beloved's abode) I almost beheld the removing of tents.

O happy that moment when thou enterest, and to thee I say: In safety, Happy arrival ! in the best of abodes, thou hast alighted.

Being far from thee, I have become slender (lean) as the new (crescent) moon ; Although thy face like the moon, in its fulness, I have not seen.

If, to paradise, I inclined and became a covenant-breaker, Be neither my sleep agreeable, nor my sleeping place tranquil.

Hope is that, by good fortune, thee I may quickly see, Thou being joyous in order-giving; and I, in slavery.

Hafiz ! like the string of pearls of good water is thy pure lustrous verse ; For in the place of grace it surpasseth the verse of Ni'zami.