غزل شمارهٔ 456

'Tis the fresh spring. In this strive that joyous of heart thou mayst be : For, again, blossometh many a rose when in the clay (of the grave) thou shall be.

I say not now, with whom, sit ; what drink ; For thou knowest, if wise and learned thou be.

Within the veil, thee, the harp keepeth giving counsel. But, Thee, counsel profiteth at that time when worthy thou mayst be.

In the sward, every leaf is a book of a different state ; Woe is it if, careless of the state of all, thou be.

In excess, the world's anguish taketh life's cash, If, night and day, in this difficult tale, (of journeying to the Friend) thou be.

Though, from us to the Friend, is a Path (the path of ma'rifat) full of fear, Easy is the going, if acquainted with the stage (the Shaikh) thou be.

O Hafiz ! if, from lofty fortune, aid be thine, The prey of that (true) Beloved, impressed with excellences, thou shalt be.