غزل شمارهٔ 225

Saki ! the tale of the cypress and the rose and the tulip goeth. And with the three washers (cups of wine), this dispute goeth.

Drink wine ; for the new bride of the sward hath found beauty's limit (is perfect in beauty): Of the trade of the broker, the work of this tale goeth.

Sugar-shattering (verse of Hafiz devouring), have become all the parrots (poets) of Hindustan, On account of this Farsi candy (sweet Persian ode) that to Bangal goeth.

In the path of verse, behold the travelling of place and of time ! This child (ode) of one night, the path of (travel of) one year (to Bangal) goeth.

That eye of sorcery (of the beloved) 'Abid fascinating behold : How, in its rear, the Karvan of sorcery goeth.

From the path, go not to the world's blandishments. For this old woman Sitteth a cheat; and a bawd, she goeth.

From the king's garden, the spring-wind bloweth : And within the tulip's bowl, wine from dew goeth.

Of love for the assembly of the Sultan Ghiyasu-d-Din, Hafiz ! Be not silent. For, from lamenting, thy work goeth.