غزل شمارهٔ 188

For profligacy and love, my censure that foolish one maketh; Who, on the mysteries of men of hidden knowledge, criticism maketh.

Behold the perfection of love’s mystery, not sin’s defect: For, whoever skill-less is, glance at the defect maketh.

From the perfume of the angel of paradise, perfume ascendeth at that time When, the dust of our wine-house the perfume of her collar, she maketh.

The Saki’s glance so struck the path of Islam, That, perchance, shunning of the red morning wine, Suhaib maketh.

The key of the treasure of happiness is the acceptance of one of heart: Be it not that, doubt or suspicion, in this matter, any one maketh.

To his desire reacheth the shepherd of the Wadi of safety at that time When some years, with soul, the service of Shuayb, he maketh.

Blood from the eye, Hafez’s tale causeth to drop, When of youth’s time and of the time of old age, recollection, he maketh.