غزل شمارهٔ 244

O intimate friends (the crowd of lovers)! from the (true) Beloved's (black) tress, the knot (the forbidder of glories) open make ye Happy is such a night ! it, with this union (with the tress), long make ye.

Tis the court of the assembly of friendship ; and collected are friends : read (وان یکاد) ye ; wide the door make ye.

(The sound of) the stringed instrument and of the harp (cometh); with shout, speak ye, Saying: "To the message of people of mystery, the ear of sense make ye."

By the Beloved's soul (I swear) that grief rendeth not your screen, If, on the bounties of the Work-performer (God), reliance' make ye.

Between the lover and the beloved, great is the difference : (O lovers) when the beloved showeth disdain, supplication make ye.

The first counsel of the Pir (Murshid) of the assembly was this world : From ignoble associates shunning make ye.

In this circle, every one who is not alive with love Over him, not dead, by my decree, prayer for the dead make ye.

If from you, Hafiz demand a great reward, To the lip of the Beloved, heart-cherishing, consignment of him make ye.