غزل شمارهٔ 260

O thou dainty cypress of beauty that with grace sweetly movest ! Momently, to lovers, (are) a hundred needs of Thy grace.

Auspicious be the dress of honour of Thy beauty. For, in eternity without beginning, To thy cypress stature, they (fate and destiny) cut a garment of grace.

Whose is desire for the perfume of the ambergris of thy tress, Say : " On the consuming fire like the aloe-wood (fuel), consume ; and be content."

Through the candle, heart-consuming was the moth's (lot) : Without the candle of Thy cheek, melting was my heart's (lot).

The Sufi who, last night, without Thee, had repented of wine Broke his covenant (of austerity ; and practised love), when open he beheld the door of the wine-house (the stage of love and of divine knowledge).

Through the watcher's reproof, altereth not my proof (of value), If me, like gold, they cut in the mouth of the shears.

The heart that, from the circuit of the Ka'ba of Thy street, gained news, Through desire for that sacred fold of Thy street, no wish for Hijaz (the Ka'ba) hath.

Momently, with blood (tears) of the eye, ablution what profit, when there is not Permitted for me the prayer without the arch of Thy eye-brow?

Like the intoxicated cup at the head of the jar, palm-clapping, went Hafiz ! who, last night, from the lip of the cup, the mystery (of divine knowledge) heard.