غزل شمارهٔ 494

O heart! if, from that pit of the chin (of the true Beloved), thou comest forth, Everywhere that thou goest, quickly regretful, thou comest forth.

Sense keep ; for if lust's temptation thou heed, From the garden of Rizvan, like Adam, thou comest forth.

It is possible that (even) with a little water thee, the sky may not aid If, thirsty of lip, (and hopeless) from the fountain of life thou comest forth.

In desire of seeing thee, like the (radiant) morning, my soul I surrender; Possibly, like the gleaming sun, thou mayest come forth.

Like the breeze, on thee, the breath of blessing I send to such a degree That, from the rose-bud, like the rose, joyous and laughing thou comest forth.

In the dark night of separation from thee, to the lip (ready to depart) came my soul ; 'Tis the time when like the shining moon, thou comest forth.

From my two eyes, on the dust of thy door, I have established a hundred streams : It may be that, like the moving cypress thou mayest come forth.

Hafiz ! think not that that Yusuf, moon of face (the Beloved) Again cometh (to thee) ; and that, from the hut of sorrow, thou comest forth.