غزل شمارهٔ 346

Not that profligate am I that abandoning of the (true) Beloved and of the cup I make : An act like this, the muhtasib knoweth seldom do I make.

I who, years, censured the repenters (of wine-drinking), Repentance of (drinking) wine in the rose-season mad shall I be, if I make.

The (precious) pearl-grain is love ; I (am) the diver ; the wine-house (is) the sea : There, my head, I plunged ; (it) up-lifted, let us see, where shall I make ?

Cup-taker is the tulip ; intoxicated, is the narcissus ; the name of impiety, on me ; Many a complaint, I have. O Lord ! whom, judge shall I make ?

O my bold one, city-upsetter (the true Beloved) ! a moment, the rein draw back, So that, with my (pearly) tears and (ruddy) face, full of (red) gold and of pearls, Thy path I may make.

I, who have treasures of the ruby and of the pearl of tears, Desire for the bounty of the sun, lofty of star, how may I make ?

When with the water of grace, the breeze washed the bud of the rose, Me, crooked of heart, call, if at the page of the book (the world), glance, I make.

The credit of the sky's compact and agreement is not so great : Compact with the goblet, I establish ; condition (covenant) with the cup I make.

I who, in beggary, have in hand the imperial treasure, Greed for the revolution of the sphere, mean-cherishing, how may I make ?

Dust-stained with poverty though I be, of my spirit, be shame, If, with the water (of liberality) of the sun's fountain, my skirt wet I make.

If the Friend's grace approve of (casting) lovers into the fire (of hell), Closed of eye, I am (even) if, on the fountain of Kausar, glance I make.

Last night, to Hafiz Thy ruby (lip) kept giving false vows ; Not that one am I that belief in these its idle tales, I make.