غزل شمارهٔ 453

O thou that art ever proud of thyself If love be not thine, excused thou art.

Around those distraught of love, wander not ; For, for the best wisdom, renowned thou art.

(O father of lust !) not in thy head is love's intoxication ; Go (no access to me is thine) ; for, with the wine of the grape, intoxicated thou art.

The yellow (grief-stricken) face, and the grief-stained sigh are For lovers, the evidence of affliction.

Hafiz ! thy own name and fame, abandon ; The cup of wine, seek ; for wine-sick, thou art.