غزل شمارهٔ 425

The skirt-trailer (damsel) kept moving in cloth, gold-embroidered, In envy of her, a hundred moon-of-face, the collar of hempen cloth rent

From the heat of the fire of wine, round about her cheek, sweat, Like drops of night-dew on the rose-leaf dropped.

A pronunciation, eloquent and sweet ; a stature, tall and beautiful ; A face, gracious and heart-alluring; the eye (in a bow) sweetly drawn.

Her soul refreshing ruby (lip) of the water of grace born ; The boxtree (stature), sweetly moving, in daintiness cherished.

That heart-alluring ruby (lip) of hers, behold ; and that laughter full of ripple ; That sweet moving of hers, behold ; and that gait reposed.

Forth from our snare, that mistress, dark of eye, hath gone ; Friends ! what remedy may I make with this heart affrighted ?

Take care ! so far as thou canst, injure not people of vision No fidelity, hath the world. O light of both eyes !

On account of that heart-fascinating eye, reproach how long shall I endure ? One day, glance, O friend well" chosen !

If, on account of Hafiz ! thy noble heart be grieved, Come back. For, repentance, we have made of that uttered and heard.

On account of the Khwaja's service, many the thanks that I shall utter, If to my hand fall that fruit matured.