غزل شمارهٔ 491

In my eye, the eye-brow of one moon of form, I have made ; The fancy of one fresh of down, I have pictured a place.

The hope is that the order of my love-play May reach from that bow-eyebrow to the rank of a (beautiful) Tughra.

From the hand, went my head ; from expectation, my eye consumed ; In desire of the head and of the eye of an assembly-adorner.

(From separation), perturbed is my heart; fire to the khirka, I will set (and, from this, escape) : Come, come ; for, glorious, it will make a spectacle.

In the day of events (of death) make ye our coffin of the (lofty) cypress, For, we go with the mark of a lofty one.

My heart's rein I, the darvish, have given to that one (God), To whom, for any one's crown, or throne, is not (even) a little solicitude.

In that place where, with a glance, the lovely ones strike the sword, Wonder not, at a head which, hath fallen (severed) at a foot.

Since, from His (the true Beloved's) face the (effulgent) moon in the bedchamber is mine, For the twinkling of the star (the illusory beloved) where is (even) a little solicitude?

Separation or union what mattereth it ? The Friend's will, seek : For, from Him, (aught) beside (union with) Him, vain is a wish.

For scattering (on Hafiz), through exceeding desire the fishers bring forth pearls, If Hafiz's bark should reach a sea.