غزل شمارهٔ 349

Last night, I said : " Out from my head, the passion for His face I will put." He (the true Beloved) said : " The chain where, that the arrangement (of binding) this distraught one, I may make ?"

His stature, I called the (straight, free) cypress. In anger, his head from me, He drew back : O friends ! with the truth, my idol grieveth. What shall I do ?

O heart-ravisher ! an un-weighed subtlety, I uttered : excuse me ; Graciousness show that my thought weighed in verse I may make.

For that nature, tender, sinless, I endure yellow (shame-) facedness, O Saki! a cup give, that my face rose of hue I may make.

O breeze of Laila's dwelling! for God's sake, how long The fourth (inhabited) part of the world shall I over- turn; (and) the palace-ruins (the waste-places), the river Jaihun shall I make?

I, who took the path to the treasure (of mysteries) of boundless beauty of the Friend, After this, a hundred beggars like myself, (rich as) Karun (with divine knowledge) I make.

O moon, Lady of felicity ! thy slave Hafiz, remember, So that, for the fortune of that beauty daily increasing, prayer, I may make.