غزل شمارهٔ 416

Happy (is) the breeze, ambergris be-perfumed, a perfumed pastile, desired of heart, That, in desire of thee, arose early the morning !

O bird of auspicious face (the murshid, perfect, excellent) ! the road-guide be : For, from desire of the dust of that court (of God), water hath become my eye.

In recollection of my slender person, that is immersed in the blood (of grief) of the heart, The new (slender crescent) moon, from the quarter of the (ruddy) crepuscule, they regard.

That one am I who, without thee, breathe. What shame ! Perchance, thou mayst pardon. If not, the excuse for sin is what ?

In love's path, from thy friends, learned The dawn, that desire rent the black under-garment.

In love for thy (roseate) face, one day when, from this world, I depart, From my tomb, the red rose in place of green herbage, shall blossom.

For me (Hafiz), give not grief (access) to thy tender heart ; For, this moment, thy Hafiz himself uttered bismi-llah (and in death departed).