غزل شمارهٔ 345

O morning cypress ! without thee, with the rose and the rose-bud, what may I do ? The tress of the hyacinth, how may I draw; (with) the cheek of the lily what may I do?

From the reproach of the ill-wisher, alas ! I beheld not Thy face : When not mine is the (gleaming) mirror, with (dull) iron what may I do?

O admonisher! go; and at the dreg-drinkers, carp not: This, the work-orderer of Fate doeth : what may I do ?

When, like this, from the hidden ambush, leapeth the lightning of jealousy, Do thou order : for I of consumed harvest, what may I do ?

When the King of the Turans (Afrasiyab) approved ; and cast me into the pit, If the grace of Tahamtan (Rustam) be not hand-seizer (to help) what may I do ?

If with a lamp (on the path of travellers) Tur's fire (the perfect murshid) make not a little assistance, (For) the remedy of the dark night of the Wadi-i-Aiman what may I do?

Hafiz ! highest paradise is the house of my heritage : In this desolate stage (this world), my dwelling, why do I make ?