غزل شمارهٔ 338

The friend I am of the sweet face; and of the heart-alluring hair: Distraught with the intoxicated eye, I am ; and with pure unalloyed wine.

Thou askedest : "Of the mystery of the covenant of eternity without beginning, say one word," (I reply : )"That moment when two cups of wine, I drink, I will tell thee."

Adam of paradise, I am ; but in this journey (through this world), Now, captive to the love of youthful ones, I am.

In being a lover (of God), is no escape from consuming and (yet) being content ; Like the candle, standing I am : me of the fire (of love), affright not.

The mine of the ruby lip and the quarry of beauty is Shiraz ; On that account, harassed am I, the poor jeweller.

From the many intoxicated eyes that in this city (of Shiraz) I have beheld, O God ! (I swear) that, now, no wine, I drink ; and (yet) merry of head I am.

From six directions, 'tis a city full of the glance of lovely ones : Not a thing is mine ; if not of all six, purchaser I be.

If fortune aid so that, to the Friend, my chattels, I draw (such my dignity will be that) The (fragrant) dust from my couch, (even) the (beperfumed) tress of the Hur will wipe.

Hafiz ! the bride of my nature desireth splendour : No mirror have I, on that account (being mirrorless) sigh, I heave.