غزل شمارهٔ 354

A thousand breaches in my faith, with Thy dark eye-lashes, Thou hast made: Come, so that, out (of my heart) on account of Thy sick (languishing) eye, a thousand pains, (of mine) I may pluck.

Ho, O fellow-sitter, of my heart (the true Beloved !) from Whose memory, friends (who, in this world of non-existence are Thy companions ; and slumber in Thy unity) have passed : Not a day be mine, the moment when, void of recollection of Thee, I sit.

Old and foundationless, is the world : of this Farhad-slayer, justice ! Me, vexed with sweet life, its craft and sorcery made.

Drowned in sweat like the rose, I became through the torment of the fire of separation : O breeze, night-seizing (the perfect murshid) ! a breeze, from the sweat-seizer of mine (the true Beloved), bring.

The world, transitory and permanent, a ransom for the true Beloved and the Saki (I make) : For, the world's sovereignty, love's humble companion, I deem.

If, in my place, the Friend (God) choose a stranger, He is judge : If, in place of the Friend, I choose my life, it, unlawful be !

Sabahu-l-khair ! shouted the bulbul. Saki (murshid) ! where art thou ? Arise (bring wine) : For, in my head, tumult maketh the intoxication of the wine of last night (the day of A last).

(On) the night of departure, I go from the couch to the palace of the huru-l-in (the hur with large black eyes), If, at the time of life-surrendering, thou be the candle at my pillow.

The tale of longing that, in this volume, is become verified, Verily is void of error ; for me, the dictation Hafiz gave.