غزل شمارهٔ 408

O Thou (that hast) the (resplendent) sun, the mirror-holder of the beauty of Thine; (And) the musk (dark fragrant) tress, the censer-circulator of the (dark) mole of Thine !

The court-yard of the palace of the eye, I washed. But what profit ? Not fit is this retired corner for the troop of the fancy (of love) of Thine.

O sun of beauty ! in the height of grace and graciousness, thou art ; O Lord! till the up-standing (the resurrection) be no decline of Thine ?

More agreeable than Thy picture, no picture, delineated, The Tughra-scribe (God, great and glorious), the musky (dark beperfumed) eye-brow like (the eye-brow) of Thine.

O poor heart ! in the curl of His tress, how art thou? For perturbed, the morning breeze uttered the circumstances of thine ?

(O beloved !) hath risen the perfume, of the rose ; by the door of friendship come ; (and union choose) ; O fresh spring of ours ! the auspicious face (is) the omen of Thine.

So that (of the crowd) of our beringed ones (slaves), the sky may be, Where, the charm of an eye-brow like the new (crescent) moon of Thine ?

So that offering congratulation, I may go back to fortune, Where, the glad tidings of the approach of the 'idd of the union- of Thine?

This dark spot, that became the centre of luminosity, Is in the fold of vision, (only) a reflection of the (dark) mole of Thine.

Before the Khwaja, which hardship shall I represent The explanation of my own need ; was the displeasure of Thine.

Hafiz! in this noose (the beloved's tress) is the head of many a headstrong one; Crude passion, indulge not; for it is not the power of thine.