غزل شمارهٔ 310

Bird, auspicious of foot, gracious of message, welcome ! Happy thy arrival ! What news of the Friend ? He (is) where ? (His) path (is) what ?

O Lord ! be the grace of eternity without beginning the guide of this kafila, By (means of) which, to the snare the enemy hath come ; and to His desire, the Beloved.

No limit hath tale of me and of my Beloved : Whatever no beginning hath, no ending taketh.

Grace beyond limit, bringeth the rose (the true Beloved) : with generosity, Thy face display ; Elegance, the cypress displayeth ; and (in its pride) pleasant is not. For God's sake (so that it may be ashamed) forth gracefully move !

Since the heart-possessing tress keepeth ordering me the zunnar (the mystic cord which is contrary to the khirka), O khwaja ! go : for, on our body, unlawful is the khirka.

The bird of my soul that, from the summit of the Sidra tree, crieth out : It, at last, into the snare (of Thy beauty), the grain of Thy mole cast.

For my blood-raining eye, how is sleep fit? He who hath a grievous malady that slayeth how sleepeth he ?

To me, heart-bereft, Thou showest no pity : I said : This is my claim (that Thou pity me) ; and this, Thou art ; and this (is) the (opportune) time.

If inclination for Thy eye-brow, Hafiz have, it is fit ; In the corner of the prayer-arch, their dwelling, men of eloquence (or men of the Kuran) will make.