غزل شمارهٔ 454

From the street of the friend (the perfect murshid), came the fragrant breeze of the nau-ruz (guidance in the Path to God) ; From this breeze, if them desire aid, the lamp of the heart, thou mayest kindle.

If, like the red rose, a particle of (red gold) thou hast, for God's sake, expend it in pleasure ; For caused Karun's errors, the passion for gold-gathering.

Seeking the path of (the true Beloved's) desire is what? 'Tis the abandoning of our own desire ; The crown of sovereignty is that which from this abandoning, thou stitchest.

Within the screen, speech I utter; forth from thyself, like the rose-bud (from the bud) come ; For, not more than a space of five days, is the order of the chief of a nau-ruz.

The lament of the turtle-dove by the marge of the stream, I know not where-fore it is : Perchance, like me, a grief it hath night and day.

A wine like the pure soul, I have ; yet its detraction, the Sufi maketh : O God ! let not ill fortune be the sage's portion- (even one day) !

Separated became thy sweet friend (the murshid). candle ! now, sit alone For this the sky's decree is whether thou be content; or whether thou consume.

Excluded from the means of joy, in wonder of knowledge, one cannot be ; Saki ! come; to the fool arriveth the largest - victual-portion.