غزل شمارهٔ 329

In the morning, Jauza (Gemini) placed before me the preservation (the small Kuran) : That is : The King's slave, I am ; and the oath, I ate.

Saki ! come ; for, from effective fortune's aid, The desire that I desired became to me, through God attainable.

A cup, give ; for again in joy of the King's face, Elderly of head, in my head, is desire for a youthful one.

Waylay me not with the description of the limpid water of Khizr ; From the King's cup, a draught-drinker of Kausar's fountain, am I.

O King ! if to the ninth heaven (God's throne), I cause the throne of excellence to reach, Of this majesty, the purchased slave, am I ; and of this door, the wretched one.

A thousand years, draught-drinker of Thy banquet, I was : My disposition, ardent of temperament, water-drinking, how may it abandon ?

If, of the slave of this tale, belief be not thine : Of perfect speech, a proof I will bring.

If, from thee, I up-pluck my heart ; and, from thee, up-lift my love, On whom, may I cast this love; where, may I take that heart?

Mansur bin Muhamad Ghazi is my guard : From this auspicious name, victorious over my enemies am I.

All in love for the King, was my covenant of Alast : From life's highway to this covenant, I pass.

Since, in the King's name, the sphere framed the Pleiades, Verse of pearl, wherefore make I not ? Less than who, am I ?

When, from the King's hand, I tasted the victuals like the (mighty) falcon, For the capture of the (mean) pigeon, care how is mine ?

O King, lion-seizer ! less, how becometh, if becometh Attainable by me, in thy shadow, the country of ease ?

In the felicity of praise of thee, my verse subdued a hundred countries of the heart : Thou mayst say that my speaking tongue is thy (cleaving) sword.

If, like the morning breeze, by a rose-bed, I passed, Mine, was neither love for the cypress ; nor desire for the cone-tree.

Thy perfume, I perceived ; and to the memory of thy face, The Sakis of joy gave me one or two cups.

Not the slave's custom is intoxication with the juice of one or two grapes ; Years endured, the Pir, tavern-cherisher, am I.

With the revolution of the star and of the sky, many a strife is mine ; In this tale, be the King's justice, my ruler !

Thanks to God, that, again, in this height of court, The sound of my long wing-feather (of flight), the peacock of the ninth heaven heareth !

Effaced be my name from the work-shop of the lovers (of God), If mine be other employment save love for Thee.

For the capture of my heart, the lion's whelp attacked ; Lean, if I be, or if not, the lion's prey I am.

O Thou, the lovers of whose face (are in number) more than the atoms (in the sun-beam) ! To union with Thee, how may reach I who (in capacity), less than an atom, am?

Show to me, the denier of the beauty of Thy face, who is he? So that, with the dagger of jealousy, his eye I may bring forth.

On me, fell the shadow of the (symbolic) sun of empire : Now, as to the (material) sun of the east, rest (independence) is mine.

Not brisk is the market of purpose of these deeds: Neither splendour, do I boast ; nor ease, do I purchase.