غزل شمارهٔ 464

As my love (so) the work of Thy beauty took a great perfection ; Happy be on this account that, this beauty (of love and of form) hath not (even) a little decline.

In my imagination, it cometh not that in the (vain) imaginings of wisdom, In any way, should come more beautiful than this a form.

Life's delight would have been gained, if, with Thee, for us, Ever in life (only) one day had been the lot of a great union.

That moment when, with Thee, I may be, the space of one (long) year is (only) a short day ; That moment when, without Thee, I may be the (momentary) twinkling of the eye is a long year.

O beloved ! in sleep, the image of thy face how may I behold, Because, out of sleep, my eye seeth naught save an image?

On my heart, bestow pity. For, from love for the lovely face, My powerless body became slender (and wan) like a new (crescent) moon.

Hafiz ! if thou desire union with the Beloved, make no complaint ; For thee, on account of separation, is necessary greater than this a load.