غزل شمارهٔ 92

My Lord! sweetly, Thou goest in so much that in Thee, head to foot (altogether) I die : My Bold One ! sweetly, Thou movest ; before Thee, I die.

Thou saidest : " Before me, when wilt thou die ? " Why is haste ? A sweet demand, Thou makest. (Even) before Thy demand. I die.

The lover, separated and intoxicated, I am. The idol, Saki, where is he ? Say : " Proudly move ; for before Thy beautiful form, I die."

O Beloved ! through separation from whom, an age hath passed, so that I may die, Make say only one glance ; so that, before thy dark gray eye, I die.

Thou hast said : " My ruby lip giveth pain and also the remedy." Sometimes before the pain ; and sometimes before the remedy, I die.

Sweetly moving, Thou goest. Far, the evil eye from Thy face ! In my head, I have a fancy that, at Thy feet, I die..

Although, the place of Hafiz is not in the private chamber of union with Thee, O Thou (that hast) all places happy, before all Thy places, I die.