غزل شمارهٔ 336

Where, the glad tidings of union with Thee, so that, from desire of life, I may rise? The holy bird (of paradise) am I ; from the world's snare, I rise.

By Thy love (I swear) that, if me, Thy slave, Thou call, Out from desire of lordship of existence and dwelling (both worlds), I rise.

O Lord ! from the cloud of guidance, the rain (of mercy) cause to arrive : Before that, from the midst, like a (handful of) dust, I rise.

(O holy traveller!) at the head of my tomb, without wine and the minstrel, sit not : So that by thy perfume, dancing, I may rise.

O Idol, sweet of motion ! arise ; and Thy (lofty, cypress-like) stature display : That, like Hafiz, from desire of life and of the world I may rise.

Though I am old, one night me, close in Thy embrace take, So that, in the morning, from Thy embrace, young I may rise.