غزل شمارهٔ 252

If life were, to the wine-house, I would go another time: Save the service of profligates, I would do no other work.

Happy that day, when, with weeping eye, I go : So that, on the wine-house door, water (of tears) I may dash an other time.

In this tribe (with whom, I am captive) divine knowledge is none, O God ! a little help, Whereby, my own jewel (of existence), I may take to an other purchaser.

If the (true) Beloved departed ; and recognised not the right of ancient society. God forbid that I should go in pursuit of an other beloved.

If my helper be the circle of the azure sphere, Him (the true Beloved), to hand, I will bring with an other compass.

Ease seeketh my heart, if permit His bold glance and that cut-purse tress an other time.

Behold our closed-up mystery that, as a tale, they uttered, Momently, with drum and reed, at the head of an other bazar.

Momently, with pain, I bewail. For, momently, the sky, For my wounded heart, maketh device with an other torment:

Again, I say : " (Captive) in this matter (of pain) not alone is Hafiz In this desert (of pain), overwhelmed, hath become many an other person.