غزل شمارهٔ 293

In the dawn, when, from the private chamber of the palace of wonders, On all sides, the candle of the east (the sun) casteth splendour-rays ;

(When) from the pocket of the horizon, the juggler (or the dancer) draweth forth the mirror ; (And), in a thousand ways, displayeth the world's face,

In the recesses of the joy-house of the Jamshid of the sky, The organ, to the melody of sama', Zuhra tuneth.

Into twang, cometh the harp, saying: "The denier (of love) is where ?" Into juggling (laughing) cometh the cup, saying : "The forbidder (of wine) is where ? "

The way of revolution (of the sphere), behold ; pleasure's goblet, take ; (with God's lot, be content) : For, in every state, the best of ways is this.

All snare and deceit, is the tress of the mistress of the world : As to the end of this thread, no strife (of opinion) do Arifs seek.

The king's (long) life, seek, if the world's profit thou seek : For, it is an existence, gift-giver and a generous one, favour-conferring.

The place of evidence of the grace of eternity without beginning, the luminosity of hope's eye : The summation of science and action, (and) the world's soul, (are) Shah Shuja'.