غزل شمارهٔ 241

O dear friends ! of the friend of the night,- bring ye to mind : The duties of sincere service, bring ye to mind.

At intoxication's time, of the weeping and the wailing of lovers, To the sound of the melody of the harp and of the cymbal, bring ye to mind.

When in the Saki's face, wine's reflection displayeth splendour, Of lovers, with song and melody, bring ye to mind.

When to the object's waist, ye bring the hand of hope, Of the covenant of our society in the midst, bring ye to mind.

If Fortune's bay steed impetuous be, yet, At the (time of) desire of whipping (the steed), of fellow-travellers, bring ye to mind.

(O beloved ones !) a moment, suffer ye no grief for the faithful ones : Of the unfaithfulness of Time's revolution, bring ye to mind.

O dwellers of the seat of pomp ! in the way of kindness, Of Hafiz's face and of that threshold, bring ye to mind.