غزل شمارهٔ 234

When from the east, the cup (the holy traveller's existence) the sun of wine (of love) cometh up. From the garden of the cheek, of the Saki (the Murshid), many a tulip (of freshness) cometh up.

On the head of the rose, (the illusory beloved), the gentle perfumed breeze, (lust) contemptuously shattereth (and regardeth as naught) the tresses (the decoration) of the hyacinth, When, into the midst of the sward (the holy traveller's existence), the perfume of those tresses (the essence of the true Beloved) cometh up.

Not that tale of the (enraptured) state, is the lament of the night of separation, That, even in a hundred works, a little of its explanation cometh forth.

O heart ! from the revolving of the sky's inverted tray expect not : That, without reproach and a hundred vexations, a morsel cometh forth.

To the jewel of desire (union with the true Beloved), one cannot go by one's own effort : Mere fancy it is that, without the intermediary, this work, cometh forth.

If, like the prophet Nuh, in respect to the deluge of grief, patience be thine, Calamity turneth (away) ; and the desire of a thousand years cometh forth.

If the breeze of Thy grace pass by the tomb of Hafiz, From his body's dust, many a shout cometh forth.