غزل شمارهٔ 190

One day, when recollection of us thy musky reed maketh, It will take reward: Two hundred slaves that free, it maketh_

The messenger of Her Highness Salma-to whom be safety! What is it if, with a salutation, our heart joyous, she maketh?

Examine this: “Many a treasure of desire will they give thee, “If prosperous, one ruined like me, thy favor maketh.”

O Lord! Into the heart of that Khosro Shirin cast That, a passing in mercy, by Farhad, he maketh.

Now, me from foundation, love’s glance for thee hath taken: Let us see, again, what thy sage-like thought maketh.

Independent of our praise is thy pure essence: With beauty God-given, thought of the attirer, who maketh?

Into Shiraz we traveled not to our desire, Joyful the day, when way to Baghdad, Hafez maketh.