غزل شمارهٔ 430

If to the voice of the bulbul and of the turtle-dove, wine thou drink not; Thee, how may I cure? The last remedy is the cautery.

Of the colour and perfume of the spring season, lay up treasure ; For keep arriving in pursuit the highwaymen, autumn and winter.

When (in spring-time), her veil the rose up-lifted; and the bird shouted "hu, hu"! From the hand, the cup put not. Wherefore makest thou (the reproachful cry) " hai, hai "?

The pomp of sovereignty and of command, how hath it stability ? Of the throne of Jamshid and of the diadem of Kay, only a word hath remained.

Treasure-possessing, by the inheritors is kufr, According to the word of the minstrel, and of the Saki ; and to the decision of the drum and of the pipe.

Time giveth naught that, back again, it taketh not ; From the mean, generosity seek not; for his existence is no thing (worthless).

On the hall of the garden of the Abode (the threshold of the perfect murshid), they have written : "Who purchased the world's favour, to him, woe !"

Generosity remained not; my word (of counsel), I close; wine is where ? To the joy of the soul and the spirit of Hatim Tai, (it) give.

God's perfume (of liberality), the miser perceiveth not. Hafiz ! come: The cup take ; liberality, practise ; on me, the responsibility (that saved thou shall be).