غزل شمارهٔ 460

Since my Sulaima went to 'Irak. Through love for her, I meet with what I meet with, (the pain of separation).

Ho! camel-driver of the friend's litter ! Towards your riders (of the camels of the karvan), great hath become my longing.

Into the Zinda stream (of Isfahan), cast thy wisdom ; wine, drink, To the shout of youths of 'Irak.

The spring of life is passed in the sward of thy care : O time of union ! God protect thee.

Saki ! come ; me, the heavy ritl give ; God give thee to drink from a full cup.

Back to my recollection, youthfulness bring The sound of the harp and the hand-waiving of the Saki.

The remaining wine, give, so that, intoxicated and happy of heart, My remaining life, I may scatter (as a sacrifice) on friends.

From not seeing the beloved, blood became my heart ; Now evil befall the days of separation !

My (scanty) tears after (separation from) you, regard not mean; For, from (small) streams, many a (great) sea is collected.

A moment, with well-wishers, be concordant ; Affairs of concord, plunder reckon.

O minstrel, sweet singer, sweet speaker ! prepare An 'Irak note in Persian verse.

O daughter of the vine ! the pleasant bride, thou art ; But, sometimes, worthy of divorce, thou art.

The lonely (un-married) Masiha, it suiteth That, fellowship with the sun, he should make.

Not our lot, is the union of friends ; Hafiz! ghazals of 'Irak, utter.