غزل شمارهٔ 360

If, from this stage (this world) of travel towards the house (my native land, the next world), I go : When there again I go, wise and learned, I go.

If, from this journey, in safety to my native land, I return, I vow that, by the way to the wine-house (of love), I go.

To utter what became revealed to me, from this travelling and journeying, With the harp and the wine-cup, to the door of the wine-house I go.

If friends of the Path of love drink my blood, Mean one, am I if, in complaint, to the stranger, I go.

After this (together are) my hand, and the chain-like tress of the idol (the true Beloved) ; In pursuit of the desire of my distraught heart, how long, how long do I go?

If, again, the curve of His eye-brow like the prayer-arch I see ; Bending in thanks, I make ; and for the sake of thanks-giving, I go.

Happy that moment, when, like Hafiz, in attachment to the vazir, From the wine-house to my own house (my native land, the next world), happy of head, with the Friend I go-