غزل شمارهٔ 374

(O murshid !) come ; sq that the rose (of ease and of pleasure) we may scatter, and, into the cup (of existence ; or of the heart), the wine (of love and of divine knowledge) cast, (By our inward strength) the roof of the sky we rend ; and (to the height of another heaven) a new way, cast.

If an army, that sheddeth the blood of lovers, grief raise Content together are I and the Saki ; and up its foundation, we cast.

Into the cup of ruddy wine, rose-water, I pour : Into the censer of the wind, 'itr-revolving, sugar, I cast.

Minstrel ! since in thy hand is a sweet instrument, a sweet song sing : So that, hand-waving, we may sing the love-song, and dancing, our head down may cast.

O breeze ! to that lofty quarter of the Beloved, the dust of our existence cast ; It may be that on the spectacle-place of that king of lovely ones ('arifs), our glance, we may cast.

Of reason, one boasteth ; another idle talk weaveth : Come : before the just Ruler (God) these disputes, let us cast.

If the paradise of Adn, thou desire, come with us to the tavern (of love and of profligacy) ; So that, from the foot of the wine-jar (the murshid of love), thee, at once into the pool of Kausar, we may cast.

In Shiraz, the understanding of verse, and the speaking well, they practise not : Hafiz ! come ; that, into another land, ourselves we may cast.