غزل شمارهٔ 221

When I place my hand on the tip of His tress, in wrath He goeth : If I seek concord, with a head (full) of rebuke, He goeth.

Like the new moon, helpless spectators, He attacketh with the corner of the eye-brow ; and, into the veil, goeth.

On the night of wine (state of effacement), He maketh me ruined with His wakefulness (effacing) : If by day (in sobriety), I relate tales (to friends of the Path) to sleep, He goeth.

O heart ! love's path is full of tumult and of strife ; Falleth that one, who, on this Path, hastily goeth.

For empire, sell not beggary at the door of the true Beloved : To the (paltry) sun, from the shadow of this (great) door, (is it that) any one goeth ?

When the black-book of black hair (of youth) is closed, The white (hair) becometh not less if many an extract (of White hair) goeth.

When, upon the bubble's head, falleth the wind of pride, In the idea of the wine (of pride), its sovereignty (of obstinacy) goeth.

Hafiz ! thou, thyself, art the veil of the Path. From the midst, arise (make negation of thyself so that the veil may be raised) : O happy that one, who, on this Path, veil-less goeth.