غزل شمارهٔ 305

(Even as) in the rose-season (the time of manifestations ; of glories of mysteries) of repentance of wine (love), I became ashamed, (So) of un-upright conduct (abandoning wine-drinking), let none be ashamed.

My counsel (the circulation of the cup) is all the snare of the Path : and, of the argument, On account of the -lovely one, or of the Saki, in no way am I ashamed.

It may be that, through His compassionate nature, the (true) Beloved asketh not my sin ; For, of question I am vexed ; and of answer, ashamed.

Of the blood, that, last night, went (flowing) from the pavilion of the eye, In the sight of the night-prowlers of sleep (that come upon the path of the eye) we were ashamed.

Lawful it is, if the intoxicated narcissus cast down its head ; For, of that (Beloved's) eye full of wrath, it became ashamed.

Than the (resplendent) sun, more beauteous of face, thou art. Thanks to God ! That, in the sun's face, of thee (O murshid) I am not ashamed.

The veil of the Zulmat (darkness), the (gleaming) water (of life) of Khizr established for the reason that it became, Of the (pure) nature of Hafiz and of this (his) poetry (lustrous) like water, ashamed.