غزل شمارهٔ 486

From the cypress-hough, in Pahlavi shout, the bulbul, Last night, the lesson of the stages of spirituality (the Masnavi of Jalalu-d-Din Rumi) kept saying :

" Come, for the rose hath displayed the fire of Musa, " So that, from the (fiery) bush, the subtlety of the unity (of God), thou mayst hear."

Melody-measuring and jest-uttering, are the birds of the garden, So that, to Pahlavi ghazals (and Persian subtleties), wine the khwaja may drink.

Naught from the world took Jamshld, save the (world-viewing) cup; Ho ! on worldly chattels, bind not thy heart.

This tale of wonder of inverted fortune, hear ; Us, the beloved, with the (revivifying) breath of '!sa, slew.

Happy the time the (quiet) mat of beggary; and the sleep (thereon) of tranquillity, For, not befitting the khusravi crown is this ease.

Man's house with the glance, thy eye hath darkened ; Thine, be no wine-sickness ! For, intoxicated, happy thou goest.

To his son, the years endured (old) villager spake how well, Saying: " O light of my eye! save that sown, thou reapest naught."

Perchance, more (than his due), Hafiz's allowance (of wine) the Saki gave, That disarranged became the Maulavi's turban-tassel.