غزل شمارهٔ 382

To the shattered one, when thou comest, the Fatiha recite : Thy lip, open : for life to the dead, the ruby of thy lip giveth.

That one (the holy traveller) who, for inquiry (after my state) came ; the Fatiha readeth and departeth, A breath where that my soul after him, I may move (sacrifice) ?

O thou that art the physician of the shattered ! my face and tongue, behold : For, on the tongue, this breath and sigh of my chest is the heart's load.

Though hot with love, fever made my bone, and departed, From my bone, like the fever, love's fire departeth not.

Like (the state of) thy (dark) mole on the ruddy fire of its native land (thy luminous, ruddy, cheek), is the state of my heart : On account of those two eyes of thine (that against me consider tyranny lawful), shattered and powerless my body hath become.

With the water of my two eyes, quench my heat (of love's fever) ; and feel My pulse whether any trace of life it giveth.

That one (the holy traveller) who, for the sake of rest, me, the wine of the bottle (the heart) had given, Momently, to the physician, my bottle (the heart), wherefore taketh he ?

Hafiz ! the draught of the water of life, me, thy verse gave : The physician, forsake ; come ; the prescription of my draught (sweet verse) read.