غزل شمارهٔ 152

In eternity without beginning, of glory, the splendor-ray of Thy beauty boasted. Revealed became love; and, upon all the world, fire dashed.

Thy face displayed splendor; beheld the angel had no love; From this jealousy, it became the essence of fire; and upon Adam dashed.

From that torch, reason wished to kindle its lamp, Jealousy’s lightning flashed; and in confusion, the world dashed.

The adversary sought to come to the spectacle-place of the mystery: The invisible hand came; and, at the heart of the excluded one, dashed.

Others, all on ease, dashed the dice of partition: Our grief-experienced heart it was that also, on grief cast.

The desire of Thy chin’s dimple possessed the lofty soul: At the ring of that tress, curl within curl, hand, he dashed.

The joy-book of love for Thee, Hafez wrote on that day, When, on the head of the chattels of his joyous heart, the reed, he dashed.