غزل شمارهٔ 462

O mouth, thou resembleth a casket of pearls ! O Lord ! around thy face, how fit became the line of a new moon ?

Now, me, the (vain) fancy of union with Thee pleasantly deceiveth ; Let us see what picture, sporteth this form of a (vain) fancy.

Wine, give. For, though black of book of the world, I became ; Hopeless of the grace of the Eternal, when can one be ?

Saki ! a cup bring ; and, me, forth from khilvat put ; So that, crafty and nothing-earning, door to door, I may wander.

If learned and wise thou be, let not go four things : Safety, wine void of alloy, the Beloved, and the void place (the desert of solitude).

Since time's picture is in no way fixed, Hafiz ! complaint, make not ; wine, let us drink.

Pure is the cup of the heart in the time of the Asaf of the age, Arise ; and cause me to drink of a cup of wine purer than limpid water.

Verily, the country boasteth of him and of his efforts ; Lord ! ever be this rank and this sublimity !

The seat-kindler of the fortune of the mine of pomp and of grandeur, The proof of the country and of religion, (is) Abu Nasr Abu-1-Mu'ali.