غزل شمارهٔ 98

If, in thy religious order, the (shedding of the) blood of the lover is lawful (to us it is lawful) : Our rectitude is all that which is thy rectitude.

The black (hue) of thy hair (is) the explanation of " the Bringer forth of darkness." The white (hue) of thy face, the manifestation of "the Splitter of the morning."

Escape from the grasp of thy tress-noose, none gained : Nor freedom from the little bow of thy eye-brow, and from the arrow of thy eye.

From thy eye into the bosom, went flowing a (raging) stream, In the midst whereof, the sailor swimmeth not.

Thy lip, like the water of life, is the power of the soul : From him, our dusty existence is the taste of wine.

With a hundred stratagems, the ruby of thy lip gave me no kiss : With a hundred thousand solicitations, my heart gained no desire from him.

A prayer for thy soul be the morning-prayer of the tongue of Hafiz : Be ever continual till evening and morning !

(O Zahid !) ever seek not from me rectitude, or penitence, or piety : From the profligate, and the lover, and the distraught, none sought perseverance in good.