غزل شمارهٔ 383

As much as my grief (of love) to the physicians, I uttered, (Me) the wretched stranger they remedied not.

That (haughty) rose that, momently, is in the power of a thorn, Say : " Thine be shame of the (poor) nightingale !"

O Lord ! safety, give ; so that again may see The eye of lovers, the face of the beloved ones.

Not with its own seal is love's casket ; O Lord ! the desire of the watchers, be not !

O Benefactor (beloved) ! at the tray of union with Thee, at last, Of those portionless, how long shall we be ?

The disgrace of the world, Hafiz would not have been, If, the counsels of admonishers, he had heard.