غزل شمارهٔ 414

Pleasure's rose-bush blossometh : the Saki, rose of cheek, where ? Bloweth the spring breeze ; the pleasant tasting wine, where?

Recollection of one rose of cheek (the beloved), keepeth giving every fresh rose. But, The ear, speech (of counsel) hearing where ? The eye of caution (to see), where ?

For the assembly of pleasure's banquet, is no perfumed ball of desire ; O breath of morn, sweet of soul ! the musk-pod of the Friend's tress where ?

O breeze ! not mine is endurance of the beauty-boasting of the rose ; In the heart's blood, my hand I dashed. For God's sake, the beauteous one where ?

With malevolence, the candle of the morn boasted of (having) thy (ruddy) cheek ; Long of tongue became the enemy ; the dagger, lustre-possessing where ?

He (the Beloved) said : " Perchance, the kiss of My ruby (lip) thou desireth not." Through this desire (fora kiss) I died; but, (mine) the power and the will where ?

Though in speech, the treasurer of the treasure of wisdom is Hafiz, Of the grief of time, mean of nature, the speech-utterer where ?