غزل شمارهٔ 495

"Wine, demand ; rose-scattering, make ; from time, what seekest thou ?" Thus, at morn, to the bulbul spake the rose. What sayest thou ?

To the rose-garden, the cushion take ; so that of the lovely one and of the Saki, The lip, thou mayst take, and the cheek, kiss ; (so that) wine thou mayst drink and the rose, smell.

(O beloved !) the box-tree (of thy stature) proudly move; and, the resolution of (sauntering in) the garden, make ; So that, from thy stature, the (lofty, straight) cypress may learn heart-seeking.

Let us see, in whose fortune will be thy laughing rose-bud : O bough of the rose ra'na ! for whose sake, growest thou ?

To-day, when full of tumult of the purchaser is thy market, Get, and establish a little road-provision out of the capital of goodness.

As, in the thoroughfare of the breeze, is the (flaming) candle, (so is) thy good going ('tis profitless) ; A little profit of skill, derive out of the capital of goodness.

That tress, every ringlet whereof is worth a hundred musk-pods of Chin, Happy had it been if had been its perfume from happy disposition !

In the king's rose-bed, cometh every bird singing : The bulbul to melody-making; Hafiz to prayer-uttering.