غزل شمارهٔ 90

O lapwing of the east wind! to Saba, I send thee: Behold from where to where, I send thee!

Alas! a bird like thee in the dust-heap of grief: Hence to the nest of fidelity, I send thee.

In love’s Path, is no stage of nearness or of farness: I clearly see Thee; and prayer, I send Thee.

Every morning and evening, the Kafila of prayer for Thy welfare, In company with the north and the east wind, I send Thee.

So long as grief’s army ruineth not the heart’s country, Words and odes, with melody and modulation, I send thee.

O Fellow-sitter of my heart! Thou that becomest hidden from sight, Prayer, I utter for Thee; praise, I send Thee.

The creation of God, behold in thy own face; For the mirror, God-displaying, I send thee.

Saki! come; for the invisible messenger uttered to me glad tidings, “In pain, exercise patience; for the remedy of union, I send Thee.”

Hafez! the song of our assembly is the mention of thy welfare: Make haste. A horse and a coat, I send Thee.