غزل شمارهٔ 407

The green expanse of sky, I beheld ; and the sickle (the crescent) of the new moon ; To me, recollection came of my own sown-field ; and of the time of reaping (the judgment-day).

I said : " fortune ! thou hast slept ; and appeared hath the sun :" He said : " Despite all this, hopeless of the past, be not."

If, like the Masiha (the anointed one), to the sky (heaven) thou go pure and free (of the body), To the sun, will reach many a ray of thy splendour.

On the star, the (wandering) thief of night, rely not. For this knave Took the crown of Kay Ka,us ; and the girdle of Kay Khusrau.

Although the ear be heavy with (dull to) the ear-ring of gold and of ruby (profitable counsel), The season of beauteousness (youthfulness) is passing ; counsel, hear.

From thy mole, far the evil eye ! For, on the chess-board of beauty, It (thy mole) moved a pawn that, from the moon and the sun (the moles of the sky), the bet won.

Tell the sky : " Boast not of this pomp. For, in love, " (They sell) the moon's harvest (the halo) for a barley-corn ; and the cluster " of the Pleiades for two barley-corns."

The fire of hypocrisy and deceit will consume the harvest of religion, Hafiz ! this woollen khirka, cast away ; and go.