غزل شمارهٔ 279

O happy ! Shiraz, and its peerless site : O Lord ! it from decline, preserve.

For our Ruknabad, a hundred praises, Whose limpid water life to Khizr gave.

Between Ja'farabad and Musalla, Ambergris-mixing, cometh its (cool) north wind.

To Shiraz, come; and the bounty of the holy spirit (Jibra.il), ' For it, from the man endowed with perfection (Hafiz), ask.

Here (in Shiraz), who mentioneth Egyptian candy? For the sweet ones (the lovely ones, the beloved ones, the utterers of sweet words, of Shiraz) have not given (imputed to) it shame.

O breeze ! of that lovely, wholly intoxicated wanton, News, what hast thou ? Her state is what ?

If that sweet one spill my blood, O heart ! it, like mother's milk, lawful hold.

For God's sake, from this dream, awake me not, For, in its image, a sweet pleasure I have.

Hafiz ! when of separation, thou art affrighted, why Offeredest not thou thanks for the time of union with the beloved ?