غزل شمارهٔ 171

Last night a messenger of news from His Highness Asaf came. From His Highness Soleiman, the order of joy came.

With water of the wine, make clay of the dust of our existence: To the heart’s desolate mansion, the time of building came.

This endless explanation of the Beloved’s beauty, that they uttered, Is a word out of thousands, that, into example, came.

O thou wine-stained of garment! Take care; conceal my defect: For, to visit me, that one pure of skirt came.

The place of every one of the lovely ones becometh known to-day, When, to the chief seat, that moon, assembly-adorning, came.

On the throne of Jam, whose crown is the sun’s ladder of ascent, Behold the spirit! Notwithstanding this contemptibility, an ant came.

O heart! Keep thyself safe from His bold eye; Because, for plunder, that sorcerer, the archer, came.

Hafez! Stained, thou art. Ask a favor of the king; For, for purification, that foundation of liberality came.

The King’s assembly is a sea. Discover the time of pearl-gaining: Ho! O loss-stricken one! The time of barter and profit hath come.