غزل شمارهٔ 387

The Shah of those box-tree of stature, Khusrau of those sweet of mouth, Who, with His eye-lash, the centre (of an army) all rank-shatterers, shattereth,

Passed intoxicated ; and, on me, the darvish, a glance cast ; (And) said : "O eye and lamp of those all sweet of speech !

" Void of silver and of gold, thy purse how long will be ? "My slave, be ; and, of those all silver of body, the fruit enjoy :

"Not less than an atom (a mote), art thou ; low, be not ; love, practise ; "So that, to the sun's chamber of privacy, whirling, thou mayst reach :

"On the world, rely not ; in that goblet, wine thou hast ; "The pleasure of those Venus of forehead, and tender of body enjoy."

Our Pir, the wine-measurer whose soul be happy Said: "The society of covenant-breakers, shun."

Into the hand, the Friend's skirt bring; from the enemy break away : The man of God, be ; by Ahriman, safely pass.

In the morning, in the parterre of (the red streaked) tulips, to the breeze, I spake, Saying : "Martyrs for whom are these, all of bloody shrouds ?"

He (the breeze) said : "Not informed of this mystery are we, I and thou, "The tale of the ruby wine, and of those silver of chin, mention."