غزل شمارهٔ 492

A salutation, like the pleasant perfume of friendship, To that man of the eye of light :

A salutation, like the light of the heart of the pious To that candle of the khilvat-place of piety.

None of my fellow-companions in his place, I see ; With grief, my heart is become blood. Saki (the murshid) ! where art thou ?

Thy face, away from the street of the magians, turn not. For, there, They sell the key of the opening of difficulty.

Although within limit, the bride of the world hath beauty, Beyond limit, she taketh the way of unfaithfulness.

My shattered heart if it's be a desire, Desireth not, from those stone of heart, a mumiya.i.

The wine, sufi-overthrowing, they sell where ? For, in torment, I am from the hand of austerity of hypocrisy.

The covenant of society, the companions have so shattered, That thou mayst say : " Verily, hath not been friendship."

O lust of greed ! if thou leave me, Great sovereignty (contentment) I will make in beggary.

Thee, the chemistry of happiness, I will teach ; From bad fellowship, separation, separation !

Hafiz ! of time's violence, complain not ; O slave ! what knowest thou divine work ?