غزل شمارهٔ 434

O heart ! a moment, void of love and of intoxication, be not ; At that time, go when, from non-existence to existence, thou escapedest.

If the khirka-wearer, thou see, engaged in thy own work be ; Every kibla that is better than self-worshiping is.

Notwithstanding weakness and powerlessness, like the pleasant breeze be ; In this Path (of love), more pleasant than body-soundness is sickness (in grief of love).

In the religious order of tarikat (love) immatureness is kufr ; Yes, the path of profligacy is expertness and quickness,

As long as (in thyself) the wisdom of excellence thou seest (and, of that wisdom, art proud), thou sittest void of divine knowledge ; To thee, one word I say: "Thyself, behold not, so that (in safety) thou mayst escape."

At the threshold (where humbleness is greatness) of the (true) Beloved, of the lofty sky (loftiness of rank) think not : (God forbid) that, from the summit of loftiness to the dust of lowliness, thou shouldest fall !

Although the thorn diminisheth life, pardon for it the rose seeketh, By the side of intoxication's delight, easy is the bitterness of wine.

Sufi ! the cup, drink ; Hafiz ! the great flagon prepare ; O ye short of sleeve, how long (practise ye) long-handedness ?