غزل شمارهٔ 176

In the morning, to my pillow, vigilant fortune came: Said: Arise! For that thy dear Khosro hath come.

“A goblet drink; and, for seeing Him, merry of head, go: “That thou mayst see in what fashion, thy idol hath come.

“O Khilvati, musk-pod opener! Give the glad tidings “That, from the desert of Khotan, a musky deer hath come.

“To the cheek of those consumed my weeping hath brought back a great lustre: “Weeping, the helper of the wretched lover hath come.”

Again desirous of the eye-brow bow is the bird of my heart: O pigeon! Be expectant. For the falcon hath come.

O Saki! Give wine; suffer no grief on account of the enemy or of the Beloved: For, to our heart’s desire, that hath gone; and this hath come.

When, the spring-cloud beheld Time’s bad faith, On the lily and the hyacinth and the rose, its weeping came.

When, from the nightingale, the morning breeze heard Hafez’s utterance, At the spectacle of the sweet basil, ambergris-scattering, it came.