غزل شمارهٔ 282

From me, tranquillity, power, and sense took, The idol of stony heart, of silvern lobe (of ear).

A picture, a beauty, an amorously playful one, Pan-like, A subtle one, a moon-like one, a bold one, kaba-wearer (gaily arrayed).

From the torment of the fire of love's phrenzy for her, Ever, tumult, I express like the (seething) caldron.

Tranquil of heart, like the (close-fitting) garment I should be If, her into my embrace, like the kaba, I take.

If rotten become my bone (skeleton), Forgotten becometh not, from my soul, the love for her.

My heart and faith ! my heart and faith ! have ravished Her breast and shoulder, her breast and shoulder, her breast and shoulder !

Hafiz ! Thy remedy, thy remedy is Her sweet lip, her sweet lip, her sweet lip !