غزل شمارهٔ 395

(O Beloved !) for Thy rose-leaf (ruddy face), of the musky (fragrant) hyacinth (the tress), the veil make ; That is Thy face conceal ; and a world ruined make.

The sweat from Thy face, scatter on the borders of the garden ; As (from seeing Thee) the flagons of our eyes (are full of rose-water, tears), so full of rose-water (the garden) make.

Haste for departing, like (swift) life, the rose-season maketh: Saki! in the circulation of the cup of roseate hue, haste make.

Thy narcissus, full of sleep, intoxicated, gracefully open ; And, in envy (of Thy eye), to sleep the eye of the lovely narcissus put.

The (dark) violet's perfume, perceive ; and the (dark) tress of the idol (the true Beloved) take : At the (want of) colour of the (white) lily, gaze ; resolution for (the ruddy) wine make:

Since the way and usage of lover-slaying is thine, With enemies, the goblet drain ; with us, reproach make.

On the face of the goblet (the murshid), like (vanishing) bubbles, open thy eye; The foundation of this house (this world), from that of (vanishing) bubbles, estimation make.

By the path of prayer, union, Hafiz seeketh ; O Lord ! the prayer of those heart-broken accepted make.