غزل شمارهٔ 15

O chaste beloved! Who draweth the fastening of the veil of thee? O bird of Paradise! grain and water, who giveth thee?

Went sleep from my eye in this liver-consuming thought Whose bosom is the dwelling and sleeping place of thee

Tue darvish, thou askest not! and I fear that there is Neither thought of his forgiveness, nor care for his punishment, to thee.

That eye of intoxication struck the path of the lover’s heart: From this way, ‘tis manifest that wine is intoxicated of thee.

The great arrow of a glance that, at my heart, thou castedest, missed: Let us see what designeth the good judgement of thee.

The wail and plaint that I made, all thou heardest not: O idol! ‘tis manifest that lofty is the station of thee.

In this desert, the water pool is far. Keep sense, So that the creatures of the desert, may not, with the mirage, deceive thee.

O heart! while in the path of old age, by what way goest thou? In mistake, all at once, became expended the season of youth of thee.

O thou heart-kindling palace that art the dwelling of affection, O Lord! ruined, let not the calamity of time make thee.

Hafez is not a slave who fleeth from his master, Show a little kindness; come back; for I am ruined through reproach of thee.