غزل شمارهٔ 156

To our friend, in beauty of disposition and of fidelity, one reacheth not In this matter, to thee, denial of our work reacheth not.

Although, into splendor, have come beauty-boasters, To our beloved in beauty and grace, one reacheth not.

By the right of ancient society that any mystery confidant To our friend, of one way, thank-offering, reacheth not.

From the Creator’s reed, issue a thousand pictures: and one To the approval of the picture of our idol reacheth not.

To the market of created beings, they bring a thousand coins: To the die of our master of assay, one reaeheth not.

Alas! the Kafila of life passed in such a way, That, to the air of our country, its dust reacheth not.

O heart! grieve not of the reproach of the envious; and be firm For, to our hopeful heart, evil reacheth not.

So live that if thou become the dust of the path, to someone, From our way a particle of dust of the heart reach not.

Hafez consumed; and I fear that the explanation of his tale To the ear of the powerful King reacheth not.