غزل شمارهٔ 372

Permit us to pass by the highway of the tavern ; For, for a draught, in need of this (tavern-) door, we are all.

On the first day (of eternity without beginning) when, of profligacy and of love, we boasted, Its condition was that, (no path) save the Path of this way (of love), we tread.

The place (this world) where the masnad of Sulaiman goeth to the wind (of destruction), Pleasant, it is not if we suffer grief. Best, that we drink wine.

Let us see, it may be that, in his girdle, one's hand one can fix ; Seated in the heart's blood, like the red ruby, are we.

Admonisher! (to us) make not the counsel of the distraught. For we, With (possessing) the (glorious) dust of the Friend's street, look not at Paradise.

Since (by sama'), the Sufis are in the mystic state of the dance, We also by the sorcery (of love-play), a hand uplift (in rapture).

From thy draught (-sprinkling), earth gained the rank of the (mighty) ruby : Before Thee, less than the dust are we helpless (lovers ; because, to us Thou inclinest not).

Hafiz ! when there is no path to the turret of the palace of union, Our head, with the dust of the threshold of this door, let us take.