غزل شمارهٔ 266

Ravished is my heart by one like a singing girl, clamour-exciter, False of promise, slayer by nature, and colour (of deceit) mixer.

A ransom for the rent garment of those of moon-face, be A thousand garments of piety and the khirka of austerity !

In thanks for that that, in beauty, thou tookest from the (glorious) angel the ball of superiority, The cup, demand ; and on Adam's dust, a little water sprinkle.

In my coffin, put up the cup ; so that, on the morning of rising, I may, with wine, take from my heart the terror of the day up-rising and springing.

Poor and shattered, to Thy court, I have come. A little pity, For, save attachment to Thee, attachment, mine is none.

Come ; for last night, to me, the invisible messenger spake, Saying : " In contentment's stage, be ; from destiny, flee not."

Between the lover and the Beloved, veil is none : Hafiz ! thou thyself art thy own veil. From the midst, arise ; and attain unto the Beloved.