غزل شمارهٔ 325

If the dust of the sole of my idol's foot give aid ; (With it) on the tablet of vision, a dusty line (whereby my vision may be increased), I will draw :

Overwhelmed in desire of Thy embrace I became ; and my hope is That, through (the violence of) the wave of my tear, me to reach to the shore, it (the wave) may cause.

If in desire of my life, His order reach me, That very moment, like the candle, in a moment, my life (a sacrifice for Him) I surrender.

To-day, from fidelity to me, turn not away Thy head ; and think Of that night, when, through grief, my hand in prayer, I uplift.

For the consolation of lovers, Thy two tresses, A great covenant, gave; and my rest, took.

O breeze (murshid) ! me, a fragrant waft from that cup (of wine of divine love), bring: For, from the grief of wine-sickness (temptations of the world), me convalescence, that perfume giveth.

If the Friend establish not the proof of the base-coin of my heart, From my eye, in His path, current coin (tears) I reckon.

From me, dusty, shake not (in pride) thy skirt. For, after death, From this door, it is not possible that my dust (even) the (whirling) wind can take.

Hafiz ! since His ruby lip is (as) the dear soul to me, That moment when to the lip (of the true Beloved) I bring my soul, a (lasting) life (mine) will be.