غزل شمارهٔ 357

In the tavern of the Magians, God's light I see : This wonder, behold ! what the light is ; and where it, I see.

O King (commander) of the Hajj ! to me, boast not of dignity. For, thou Seest the house (the Ka'ba) ; and God's house, I see.

From the tress of idols, musk-loosening (perfuming) I will make, Far, is thought (from realisation) ; verily, Khata (Cathay, a mistake) I see.

(O true Beloved !) the heart's consuming, the streaming tears, the night-weeping, the morning-sigh All this (calamity of grief), from the sight of Thy grace, I see.

Momently, my fancy a picture of Thy face way-layeth : To whom, shall I utter what things within this veil (of thought) I see.

Of the musk of Khutan and of the musk-pod of Chin, none hath seen What, from the fragrant morning breeze (of the east), every morning I see.

Friends ! at Hafiz's glancing, carp not For, him of (the crowd of) the lovers of God I see.