غزل شمارهٔ 215

O Lord! in the street of the wine-house (the corner of Hafiz's heart), in the morning (the end of youth, the beginning of old age), what tumult (of zikr), that was : For, the clamour of the lovely one, and of the Saki (the form of God that, at the beginning of zikr is the spectacle-place of zakirs) ; and of the candle, and of the fire-grate (the fervour of divine lights, and the descending of endless bounties) was.

Love's tale, that is independent of letter or of sound, With the reverberating drum, and the shrieking reed, and the resounding shout (of the zikr of the zakirs in exceeding desire and delight) was.

That disputation (of hakikat), that, in that circle of phrenzy, passed Beyond (the disputations of the illusory of) the college, and the proposition, and the answer, and the question was.

From the glance (the glories of manifestations) of the Saki (the adored God) my heart was in thanks. But, From want of concordance of fortune, a little complaint mine was.

Of that eye, bold, sorcery-displaying, I estimated Many a sorcerer, like the (great) Samirl, in lamentation of its (sorcery) was.

To Him, I said : " On my lip, place a kiss." With laughter, He spake : " On my part this thus was."

From thy star, the auspicious view is in my path. For, Between the moon and my beloved face, opposition was.

The beloved's mouth, that Hafiz regarded pain's remedy : Alas ! how little of spirit, the time of manliness was.