غزل شمارهٔ 246

Tis the 'id ; and, at last, the rose and friends (are) in expectation : Saki ! in the king's (resplendent) face, behold the (effulgent) moon ; and bring wine.

From the spring-season of the rose, I had uplifted my heart (for in the rose-sea-son, I drink no wine ; wander not about the forbidden ; and, in the service of the pure, acquire perfection); but, (In it) the blessing of the pure ones of the time did no great work (effected little).

To the world, attach not the heart ; and of the intoxicated one (the holy traveller) inquire, Of the bounty of the cup ; and of the tale of Jamshid.

Naught have I in hand, save life's cash: the wine (is) where? That it also, on the Saki's glance, I may scatter.

Joyous is pleasant fortune ; and pleasant is the merciful king. O Lord ! From time's eye-wound, them preserve.

To the slave's verse, drink wine. For another decoration giveth Thy bejewelled cup to this royal pearl (the murshid).

If the early morning meal (deeds of service and of abstinence) hath vanished, what matter? There is (still) the morning wine (deeds of love): With wine, fast-breaking (keeping back from the world's affluence), the seekers of the true Beloved make.

For the reason that Thy merciful disposition is the screen-concealer, On our heart, bestow pardon ; for it is a little cash of small proof.

I fear that, on the day of rising, up, rein on rein (equally), urge The rosary of the (holy) Shaikh, and the khirka of the profligate, wine-drinker.

Hafiz! since fasting (austerity and chastity) hath departed ; and the rose (love's season) also departeth, Helpless, drink wine (of love) ; for, from the hand, (the goal of) work hath departed.