غزل شمارهٔ 488

In the morning, the invisible speaker of the wine-house with fortune-wishing, Said : " (O Hafiz!) come back ; for an old friend of this court thou art."

Like Jamshld, a draught of wine, drink, so that, of the mystery of the angels, Thee, the ray of the cup, world-viewing, may give news.

At the wine-house door, are Kalandar-profligates, Who take (away) ; and give the imperial diadem.

Beneath the head, the brick ; and the foot on the summit of the seven stars (Pleiades) : Behold the hand of power ; and the dignity of one possessed of dignity !

(Together are) our head and the door of the wine-house, the side of the vault whereof (Is) uplifted to the sky, (though) the wall be of this lowliness.

Without the road-fellowship of Khizr, this path travel not ; 'Tis the zulmat ; fear the danger of road-losing.

O heart ! if thee, the kingdom of poverty, they give, Thy least territory will be from the moon (above) to the fish (beneath supporting the earth).

The door of poverty, thou knowest not (how) to beat. From the hand, let not go, The seat of Lordship, and the royal assembly of Turan.

Hafiz, crude of greed ! of this tale, have shame : What is thy work, reward for which two worlds thou desirest ?