غزل شمارهٔ 455

In fruitlessness and lustfulness, passed my life : O son ! me, the cup of wine, give, so that to old age thou mayst reach.

In this city, what sugars that became contented, The (mighty) falcons of tarikat with the stage of a pitiful fly !

Last night, in the crowd of slaves of His door, I went, He spake saying : " O friendless, remediless, one ! the load of what person art thou ?"

Despite the heart become blood (in grief), to be like the pleasant (fragrant) musk-pod, is necessary for him, Who became world-renowned for a fragrant breath (of excellence).

From the direction of Tar, lightning flashed; to it, I inclined (in love) : " Perchance, thee, a brand of bright flame, I may bring."

Departed (in death) hath the Karvan (of friends) ; and, in the ambush-place, thou in sleep ! (Arise ; prepare the requisites of the end.) Alas ! of so many crashes of the great bell (of death), wholly void of knowledge, thou art.

(O bird of my soul !) thy pinion, spread ; and, from the (lofty) Tuba tree, the shout (of praise in recollection of Thy Creator) raise : Woe is it that a (glorious) bird like thee captive of the cage (of worldly delights that befit thee not) thou art !

So that, like the censer, a moment, we may take the skirt of the beloved, We placed our heart on the fire, for the sake of a pleasant breath.

In desire of Thee, in every direction, Hafiz runneth how much ! O object of desire ! to thee, easy the path, may God make.