غزل شمارهٔ 267

O breeze ! if by the bank of the river Araxes, thou pass, Upon the dust of that valley, a kiss express ; and thy breath (from the perfumed dust) musky make.

Salma's dwelling to whom, momently, from us, a hundred salutations be, Full of the clamour of the camel-drivers ; and of the crash of the great bell, thou seest.

The beloved's litter, kiss : then, with soft emotion, the request present, Saying : " O kind one ! from separation from thee, I consume. Help ! "

I who used to call the counsel of the counsellors (love-forbidding), the empty sound of the stringed instrument, (Now, since) I have experienced the ear-rubbing (torment) of separation, enough for me (is) this counsel.

Night-taking, make pleasure without fear. For, in love's city, With the chief of the patrol, the night-prowler (the holy traveller) hath friendship.

O heart ! not the work of playing is love-playing. Play thy head (life) : If not, with the chaugan of passion, one cannot strike the ball of (pure) love.

To the intoxicated eye of the (true) Beloved, Us own soul, my heart with pleasure giveth : Although, to none gave sensible ones their own will.

In sugar-land, parrots (other disciples) urge their own pleasure (by the aid of the perfect murshid); But, through grief, his wings about his head the wretched fly (Hafiz) beateth.

If to the nib of the friend's reed, the name of Hafiz ascend, From His Majesty, the King, this (that is) supplicated is enough.