غزل شمارهٔ 402

A heart-alluring subtlety, I utter, "The mole of that one moon of face, behold. " Bound with the chain of that tress, my reason and soul behold,"

My heart, I censured, saying: "One of bestial, or one of desert, nature, be not;" It said : " The eye half intoxicated of the bold one of that deer (the true Beloved) behold!"

The ring of His tress is the spectacle-place of the morning breeze : There, bound by every hair (of His), the soul of a hundred persons possessed of heart, (Sufis) behold.

Careless of our heart-ravisher, are the Abids (worshippers) of the sun : O reproach-utterer ! for God's sake, the face (of my true Beloved) behold ; and not the face (of the sun) behold.

The ligature on the wind's neck, His tress, heart-stealing, placed ; Against the desirers of the Path, the Hindu's snare (the dark tress) behold.

That one, in whose search, I of myself went astray, Like Him, none hath seen, nor will see ; every quarter behold.

If, in the corner of the prayer-arch (of the Beloved's eye-brow), Hafiz rub his face, it is lawful; O reproach-utterer ! for God's sake, that curve of the eye-brow behold.

O sky! away from the purpose of king Mansur, thy face turn not ; The keenness of his sword, behold ; the power of his arm, behold.