غزل شمارهٔ 303

The breeze of love's perfume, I perceived ; and, expectant of the flashing of the lightning of union, became : O (cool) breeze of the north ! come : for, for the perfume of thy body, I die !

O song-uttering driver of the camels of the Beloved ! stand, and alight : For, in desire of the Beloved's beauty, no patience is mine.

O heart ! the complaint of the night of separation, let go : In thanks that the day of union hath up-cast the screen (of the night of separation).

(O Friend !) come. For the seven-fold-rose (-tear)-shedding screen of the eye, On the writing of the workshop of (Thy tender) fancy, I have drawn.

When the Beloved is in desire of peace; and excuse asketh, In every state, one can pass by (and pardon) the violence of the watcher.

In my straitened heart, is naught save the fancy of Thy (small) mouth : Like me, in pursuit of vain fancy, be none !

Slain by love for Thee, became the stranger, Hafiz, but, By our dust, pass ; for lawful to Thee is our blood.