غزل شمارهٔ 393

That one, am I who am renowned for love-playing; Not that one, am I who have stained my eye with ill seeing.

Fidelity, we practise ; reproach, endure ; and happy are ; For, in our shari'at, infidelity is grieving.

To the Pir of the wine-house, I spake saying : " Salvation's path is what ?" The cup of wine, he demanded ; and said : "'Tis mystery (of love) concealing."

From the spectacle of the garden of the (illusory) world, our object is what ? (He said : ) " From thy (ruddy) face, by means of the pupil of the eye, rose-plucking."

For wine-worshipping, the picture of self (self-worshipping and self-seeing), on the water I dashed, for the reason, That I might destroy the picture of self-worshipping.

To the mercy of thy tress-tip, trusting I am. If not, When from that side is no attraction, what profit striving.

From this assembly (of those without work) to the wine-house (love's stage) the rein will we turn : For the counsel of those without work, improper is the hearing.

From the down of the friend, love for the lovely cheek (of the Beloved) learn ; For, about the cheek of lovely ones, pleasant is wandering.

Hafiz ! save the lip of the Beloved and the cup of wine, naught kiss; For, the hand of austerity-boasters, sin is kissing.