غزل شمارهٔ 288

The water-bank, and the willow-root and the poetic nature and a friend, happy A companion, the sweet heart-ravisher, and the Saki, rose of cheek, happy.

Ho ! O fortune of destiny ! that knoweth not the worth of time, To thee, be this pleasure pleasant ; for a time, thou hast happy.

To whose heart is friendship through the love of a heart-ravisher, Say : " On the fire, put rue (to dispel the evil eye) ; for a business, thou hast happy."

For the bride of nature, with generosity, I bind thought's jewel : It may be, from time's picture, on my hand may fall an idol happy.

Plunder, reckon the night of the Beloved's society ; and do justice to happy-heartedness, For, heart-kindling, is the moon-beam ; and stream-bank happy.

In God's name ! in the cup of the Saki's eye, is wine That giveth intoxication with reason ; and bringeth about a wine-sickness, happy ?

Hafiz ! in carelessness, went thy life : with us, to the wine-house (the stage of love and of divine knowledge), come : So that the intoxicated lovely ones (perfect Arifs, and the excellent murshid) will teach thee, a work, happy.