غزل شمارهٔ 237

The breath (of life) issued; and forth from thee, my desire (of union) cometh not. Clamour ! for, forth from sleep, my fortune cometh not.

Into my eye, the breeze cast a little dust from His street : For, into my vision, the water of life cometh not.

So long as, into my bosom, I take not Thy lofty stature, To fruit, the time of my desire and purpose cometh not.

Perchance, by (the blessing of) the heart-adorning face of our Beloved (our desire will be fulfilled) ; if not, In any way (to accomplishment), another work cometh not.

Dweller in Thy tress, became that heart that experienced sweet madness ; And, from that poor (heart) calamity-endurer, news cometh not.

With the aim of truth, I loosed a thousand arrows of prayer, But what profit, effective (even) one cometh not.