غزل شمارهٔ 253

O thou, from the splendour of whose cheek, is joyous the tulip-bed of life Come back ; for, without the rose of thy cheek, spilleth the spring of life.

If, like rain, the tear drop from my eye, it is lawful : For, in grief for thee, like lightning (swiftly in tumult) passed the time of life.

These moments, one or two, when the fortune of seeing Thee (O Beloved) is possible, Discover our work (the fortune of seeing Thee). For, not revealed is the work of life.

Till when (art thou careless and senseless in) the wine of the morning, and the sweet sleep of dawn, Ho ! be wakeful : for passed hath the choice of life-

Yesterday, He (the Beloved) passed ; and towards me glanced not : O helpless heart! that saw naught (of profit) from the passing of life.

Of the ocean of effacement no thought is (his) to whom, On the point of thy mouth, (the hidden mystery), is the centre of life.

From every quarter (of the world), is the ambuscade of the troop of vicissitudes : In that way of thought, rein-drawn, (impetuously, saying God forbid I should be captive to vicissitude) runneth the horseman of life.

Without life, alive I am. This, esteem no great wonder : The day of separation, who placeth in the reckoning of life.

Hafiz ! utter speech. For, on earth's surface, Of thy eloquence, (only) this picture remaineth, the recollection of life.