غزل شمارهٔ 38

Without the sun of Thy cheek, light for my day, hath remained not And of my life, save the blackest night, aught hath remained not.

At the time of farewell to Thee, from much weeping that I made, Far from Thy face! to my eye, light hath remained not.

From my eye, Thy image departed; and said: “Alas, inhabited, this corner hath remained not.”

Union with Thee kept death from my head: Now, from the fortune of separation from Thee, far, it hath remained not.

Near is that moment when the watcher shall say: Far, from thy door! “That abandoned shattered one hath remained not.”

For me, patience is the remedy for separation from Thee. But, How can one exercise patience when power hath remained not?

In separation from Thee, if to my eye no water remained, Say: “Spill the blood of the liver; for excuse hath remained not.”

Through grief and weeping, Hafez engaged not in laughter, To the grief-stricken one, desire for the feast, hath remained not.