غزل شمارهٔ 236

If, by my door, that holy bird (the true Beloved) come back : To me, elderly of head, my passed life may come back.

With these (my) tears like rain, I hope that The lightning of fortune, that departed from my sight, may come back.

That one (the true Beloved), the dust of the sole of Whose foot was the crown of my head, I will exercise sovereignty, if to me He come back.

In pursuit of Him (the Beloved) I will go ; and to dear friends, If forth (from these troubles) my person come not, news of me may come back.

If, precious, I make not the scattering of the (true) Beloved's foot, For what other work, may the jewel of my soul come back ?

From the roof of happiness, I beat the drum of a fresh fortune, If I see that to me, the moon of new journey (the young moon) may come back.

Its preventer is the twang of the harp (the talk of Arifs), and the sweetness of sleep of morning (the carelessness of the careless) : If not, if He hear my morning sigh, He may come back.

Desirous of the King's face like the moon, I am Hafiz ! A blessing, so that in safety, by my door, He may come back.