غزل شمارهٔ 348

My eye, an ocean (of weeping) I make ; to the desert, patience, I cast : And, in this work, my heart into the ocean I cast.

From the straitened heart the sinner, I heave such a sigh That, into the sin of Adam and of Havva, fire I cast.

There, where is the heart-possessor, is the source of happy-heartedness ; I strive that, perchance there, myself, I may cast.

O moon, sun of cap (in effulgence) ! the fastening of thy coat, loose : So that like thy (long, trailing) tress at thy feet, my passion-stricken head I may cast.

The sky's arrow (of affliction), I have endured ; wine (of love) give, so that, intoxicated of head, Into the girdle of the waist of the quiver of Jauza (Gemini), a knot I may cast.

On this moving throne (the revolving sky), a draught of wine, I pour : Into this azure vault (the sky), the resounding shout of strife, I cast.

O Hafiz ! since reliance on time is error and defect, Then, to to-morrow, the pleasure of to-day why do I cast ?