غزل شمارهٔ 429

Saki ! come ; for the goblet of the tulip hath become full of wine : Mutterings, how long? raving words till when ?

Pride and disdain, abandon. For Time hath seen The wrinkling (in decay) of the robe of the Kaisar ; and the abandoning (in death) of the crown of Kay.

Sensible be ; (drink wine). For the bird of the sward became intoxicated (with love for the rose). Ho ! Vigilant be ; for the sleep of non-existence is in pursuit. Alas !

O branch of fresh spring! gracefully thou wavest; Be it not that distress (be) thine from the torment of the wind of December.

On the kindness of the sphere, and its way, reliance is none ; O woe to that one who became safe (careless) of its deceit !

(O Zahids !) to-morrow (after death), the wine of Kausar is for us ; and the har; To-day (before death), the Saki (the murshid) moon of face ; and the cup of wine (of love).

Recollection of the covenant of youth, the morning breeze giveth ; O kind youth ! me, the life-elixir that pain taketh, give.

The pomp and the sovereignty of the rose, regard not. For, scattereth The chamberlain of the breeze every leaf of it beneath the foot.

To the memory of Hatim Tai (the perfect murshid), give the cup of one ' man ' (two gallons), So that we may fold up the black book of the misers (void of God's bounty, ignorant of His love).

That wine that, to the ruddy Arghavan, gave colour and grace, Casteth out in sweat from His face the grace of His nature.

To the garden, take the cushion. For, in service, like attendants, The cypress is standing ; and loin-girt is the reed.

Hafiz ! the tale of magic of thy sweet deceit (thy lustrous verse) hath reached, To the limits of Egypt and of Chin, and to the boundaries of Rum and of Rai.