غزل شمارهٔ 308

O Thou, whose face (is) like paradise, and ruby lip (like) the limpid water of paradise ! Soul and heart, Thy translucent water hath endowed.

Around Thy lip, Thy fresh-wearing (black) down, Is like the (collection of black) ants around the limpid water (Thy resplendent face).

In every corner, the arrow of Thy eye Hath a hundred slain ones, (lovers) fallen like me.

O Lord ! this fire (of separation) that within my soul is, Make cool (to give me escape from separation ; and to cause me to attain union with Thee) in that way that to Khalil Thou didst.

O friends ! power (of union with Him), I gain not, For the reason that exceedingly beauteous beauty, He hath.

Lame is our foot; and (far distant, is) the stage like Paradise : Short, is our hand ; and on the (lofty inaccessible) date-tree, the date.

From the grasp of the love for the idol, Hafiz, Like the (feeble) ant, at the foot of the (great) elephant, hath fallen.

To the King of the world, permanency and grandeur; And everything of this sort that he desireth be !