غزل شمارهٔ 311

Lover of the face youthful, joyous, newly blossomed (tender of age) am I : And, from God the joy of this grief (of love) with prayer sought have I.

Lover, profligate, glance-player, I am ; and it openly, I say : That thou mayest know that, with so many excellences, adorned am I.

Cometh shame to me, of the wine-stained khirka, Whereon, the patch with a hundred arts of hypocrisy, decorated have I.

O candle ! for grief for Him, happily consume. For, behold, also, In this very work, loin-girt and upstanding am I !

In astonishment like this, went from my hand, my work's gain : In grief, increased have I that which, in respect of heart and of soul decreased have I.

To the tavern, I go like Hafiz (clad in) the garment of the kaba ; It may be that into His bosom, me, that Heart-ravisher, newly blossomed (youthful) may draw.