غزل شمارهٔ 392

Knowest thou what fortune is? 'Tis beholding the sight of the (true) Beloved : In His street, beggary to royalty preferring.

Easy it is to sever desire for life. But, (Only with) difficulty, (friendship) for friends dear as one's soul, can one sever.

Like the (folded) bud, with a straitened heart, to the rose-garden, I will go ; And, there, my garment of good fame, will rend :

Sometimes, like the breeze, hidden mystery with the rose will utter ; Sometimes, from the bulbuls, the mystery of love-playing will hear.

First (in this world), from the hand, the kissing of the lip of the (true) Beloved give not up ; For, at last (in the next world), thou mayst be distressed (wearied) with the gnawing (in regret) of thy own hand and lip.

(O heart !) the society of friends, opportunity reckon. For, from this two-pathed stage (the world), When (from it) away we pass, (this society) again one cannot reach.

Thou mayst say : " From (the memory of) King Mansur passed Hafiz;" O Lord ! to his (Mansur's) memory the (thought of) cherishing the darvish (Hafiz) bring.