غزل شمارهٔ 216
Toggle stanza 1آن یار کز او خانهٔ ما جایِ پَری بود
That friend, by whom our house the (happy) dwelling of the Pari was, Head to foot, free from defect, a Pari was.
(My) heart said : " In hope of her in this city, I will sojourn :" Helpless, it knew not that its friend, a traveller was.
Not only from my heart's mystery, fell the screen : Since the sky (time) was, screen-rending its habit was.
Acceptable to the (All) Wise of mine (is) that moon. For, his, With beauty of manner, the way of one endowed with vision was.
Out from my grasp, the malignant star plucked her : Yes. What can I do ? The calamity of the revolution of the moon it was
O heart ! establish an excuse. For thou art a beggar ; and here, In the kingdom of beauty, the head of a crowned one was
Happy were those times which passed with the friend : All without result and without knowledge, the rest was.
Sweet was the marge of the water, and the rose and the verdure. But, Alas that moving treasure, a way-farer was.
The bulbul (the true lover) slew himself through jealousy of this that, to the rose (the true Beloved), At morning-time (the last breath of life), with the morning-breeze (the angel of death), splendour (of heavenly messages) was.
Every treasure of happiness that God gave to Hafiz, From the auspiciousness of the evening-prayer, and of the morning-supplication, was.
Zameen
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