غزل شمارهٔ 278

Bitter (strong) wine, whose power is man-overthrowing, I desire : Perchance, a moment, from the world and its iniquity and clamour, I may rest.

No time of ease, hath time's table cherishing the mean : O heart ; from its bitter and salted victuals, wash the palate of greed and of avarice.

(O heart!) wine (of love), bring. For safe (without it) from the deceit of the sky (the traitor), one cannot go: (Deceit caused) by the sport of Venus, its harper; and of Mars, its blood-thirsty one.

The Bahram hunting noose (lust's desires) let go ; the cup (of love) of Jamshid, uptake : For, this desert (the world), we have traversed. (Visible) is neither Bahram (sensual desire), nor his wild ass.

Come ; so that, in pure wine, time's mystery, we may show : On the condition that, to those crooked of disposition and blind of heart, thou show it not.

To glance at darvishes is not against greatness : With all his pomp, Sulaiman, his (mercy-) glance was with the (feeble) ant.

From Hafiz, turneth not its head the bow of the eye-brow of the (true) Beloved : But, at this His arm full of force, (to Hafiz) laughter cometh.