غزل شمارهٔ 245

Ho ! O parrot (murshid) ! thou that art the utterer of the mysteries (of God) Void of sugar (of the mysteries of God), thy beak (mouth), be not.

Ever be thy head fresh, and thy heart happy ; For of the line (of mysteries) of the (true) Beloved, a happy picture, thou displayedest.

With the rivals (the Arifs), thou utteredest speech head-closed (veiled), For God's sake, uplift the veil of the enigma (of the head-closed speech),

(O Saki !) On our faces, a cup (of divine truths) of rose-water dash ; For, we are sleep-stained, and wakeful of fortune.

In (musical) note, what path is this that the minstrel struck, That, together, the insensible and the sensible dance !

From this opium (mystery), that the Saki (the murshid) casteth into wine To the rivals (the Arifs), remaineth neither head nor turban (so intoxicated on hearing it are they).

To (the great) Sikandar, they give not that water- (of-life) : Attainable neither by force nor by gold (without God's grace), is this matter.

Come ; and hear the state of the people of pain : In word, little ; in meaning, much.

The enemy of our religion, became the idol of Chin : O Lord ! my heart and faith, keep.

To those veiled (the illusory beloved ones), utter not the mysteries of intoxication (truths) : " From the (lifeless, senseless) wall-picture, ask not the tale of life."

In the fortune of the standard of Mansur Shah, In the ranks of verse, Hafiz the standard became.

Towards us slaves, he (our praised one) did the work of a Lord : O Lord ! him preserve from calamity.