غزل شمارهٔ 251

Tis the night of power; and closed is the book of separation : On that night, is safety to the rising of separation.

O heart ! in being a lover, be firm of foot : For, in this path, is no work void of reward.

Of profligacy, I will not repent me, Although, through stone and separation, thou causest torment to reach me.

O luminous morning of the heart! come forth : For dark indeed, I see the night of separation.

Went my heart from the hand ; yet the beloved's face, I saw not : Of this tyranny, complaint! of this reproof, lamentations !

Hafiz ! thou desirest fidelity? Be endurer of the tyranny (and of the grace of the Beloved) : Then in traffic, is the verification of profit and of loss.