غزل شمارهٔ 268

From the world's rose-garden one rose of cheek (is) for us enough : From this sward, the shade of that moving cypress (the true Beloved is) for us enough.

I and the fellow-companionship of people of hypocrisy from us be far ! Of the weighty things of the world, the weighty ritl (is) for us enough.

In return for (good) deeds, the palace of paradise, they give : We, who are profligate and indigent, the cloister of the Magians (the stage of divine knowledge and of love) is for us enough.

On the marge of the (passing) stream, sit ; and the passing of life, behold : For this example of the passing world (is) for us enough.

The cash of the world's market, and the world's pain, behold : If this profit (is not) for you enough ; this loss, for us enough.

With us, is the (true) Beloved. That more we should desire, what need? The fortune of the society of that dear Friend of the soul, for us enough.

For God's sake, from Thy door, send me not to paradise : For of existence and abode, the head of Thy street, for us enough.

Hafiz ! void of justice, is the complaint of the watering place of fate (the world) : The nature (pure) like water, and the moving ghazals (eloquent and sweet ; are) for us enough.