غزل شمارهٔ 223

From the tablet of my heart and soul, Thy image, ever goeth not : From my recollection, that proudly moving cypress ever goeth not.

O true (Beloved !) from my distraught brain, the image of Thy cheek, By the sky's violence and time's wrath, . goeth not.

In eternity without beginning, covenant with Thy tress-tip, my heart established : . Till eternity without end, it draweth not forth its head ; and, from the head of the covenant, goeth not.

Save the load of grief for Thee, whatever is in my wretched heart, Goeth from my heart; but from my heart that (grief's load) goeth not.

In my heart and soul, my love for Thee hath taken a place, such That (even) if my head (life) goeth, from my soul, my love for Thee goeth not,

If for the pursuit of lovely ones, my heart goeth, 'tis excusable : It hath (love's) pain. What may it do if, for remedy-sake, it goeth not ?

Whoever head-bewildered like Hafiz, wisheth not to become Giveth not his heart to lovely ones ; and, in pursuit of them, goeth not.