غزل شمارهٔ 410

O thou (that hast) the kaba of sovereignty, true to the stature- of thine; Decoration (hath) the crown and the seal-ring from the lofty jewel of thine.

Momently, to the sun of victory, giveth rise, From out of the imperial cap, the cheek of moon form of thine.

The splendour-place of the bird of fortune is wherever, Its shadow casteth the Huma of the canopy, sphere-scraping of thine.

(O perfect murshid !) notwithstanding a thousand diversities of the ways of the shara', and of philosophy (divine knowledge), Never a point (of the lofty shara') passed unexplained from the wise heart of thine.

From its beak of eloquence droppeth the water of life, The parrot sweet of note that is, (O king!) the sugar-devouring reed of thine.

Although the sun of the sky is the eye and the lamp of the world, The light-giving of its eye is (only) the dust of the foot of thine

What Sikandar desired ; and him, time gave not Was a draught of pure water of the cup, life-refreshing, of thine.

Not in the fold of thy majesty is need of the representation of need ; Concealed is the secret of none to the splendour of the judgment of thine.

O Khusrau ! Youthfulness putteth the elderly head of Hafiz In hope of the pardon, life-giving, sin-forgiving of thine.