غزل شمارهٔ 419

Union with the Beloved than everlasting life, better; O Lord ! me that (union) give ; for that (is) best.

Me, with the sword, He struck ; and to none, I spake ; For, concealed from the enemy, the Beloved's mystery best.

With the mark of service, at this door (of the Beloved) to die, By His soul (I swear) that, than the region of the (whole) world, (it is) better.

For God's sake, ask my physician, (the Beloved) Saying: "At last, when (by the remedy of union), becometh this powerless " one (through separation) better."

That rose, that foot-trodden of our cypress (the Beloved) becometh ; Its dust (trampled leaf) than the blood of the ruddy arghavan, better.

O Zahid ! me, to paradise invite not ; For this apple of the chin (dimple of the Beloved) than that garden (of paradise) better.

O heart ! be ever a beggar of His street, By the decree : " Perpetual fortune best."

O youth ! from the counsel of old men, turn not thy head ; For, the old man's counsel than youthful fortune, better.

One night He said : My eye hath seen none In the world, than the pearl of my ear better.

Although the Zinda river (of Isfahan) is the water of life ; Yet our Shiraz than Isfahan, better.

In the Beloved's mouth, speech (is) the jewel ; But, Hafiz's utterance than that, better.