غزل شمارهٔ 415

messenger of the true ones (sincere lovers) ! news of our Beloved utter: To the bulbul, song-singing (the lover), the state of the rose (the Beloved), utter.

Confidants (lovers) of the chamber of affection, are we ; grief, suffer not ; To the kind friend, mention of the Friend (the Beloved), make.

When those two tress-tips dashed together, O breeze ! come, what mystery those (two tress-tips) had, utter.

Every one who said : " The dust of the Friend's door is kuhl," (To him) say ; " Exhibited in our eye, this matter (was ; this, to another), say."

The Sufi, who prohibiteth us the tavern, Say : " In the presence of my Pir, this matter, utter."

If, again, by that door of fortune, passing be thine, After the service of attendance, and the presentation of prayer, say,

Though we be bad, us, bad regard not ; Sovereign-like, the tale of the beggar's sin utter.

To this fakir, the letter of that great one, read ; To this beggar, the tale of that King, utter.

When, from the snare of His tress, He scattered hearts on the dust, To that our miserable (heart), what chanced, out (by way) of love, utter.

Soul-cherishing, is the tale of the Lords of ma'rifat : In respect of it, a mystery ask ; and a tale, come (and) utter.

Hafiz ! if to His assembly thee, the path (of access) they give, Wine, drink ; and, for God's sake, the abandoning of hypocrisy" utter.