غزل شمارهٔ 315

Beyond limit this that from my hand, went religion and knowledge, Come, say what joy from love for Thee, I established ?

Although grief for Thee gave to the wind the harvest of my life, (Falling) in the dust of Thy precious foot, (I displayed fidelity) ; for the covenant (that I had made), I broke not.

Contemptible like the atom though I am, Love's wealth, behold ! How, in desire of Thy face, joined to love I am.

Bring wine ; for 'tis a life-time, since, through desire of safety, I Sate, in the corner of safety for the sake of ease.

O counsel-utterer ! if of (the crowd of) men of sense, thou be, To the dust, cast not thy speech (of counsel) ; for (counsel is useless), intoxicated I am.

Before the Friend (God), my head forth from shame how may I bring, When, from my hand, a worthy service issueth not?

Hafiz consumed; and that Beloved, heart-cherishing, spake not, Saying : " When his heart, I wounded, a plaister, I sent."