غزل شمارهٔ 287
Toggle stanza 1ای همه شکلِ تو مَطبوع و همه جایِ تو خوش
O (true Beloved)! the form, all of Thine is beautiful ; and the place all of Thine, happy : My heart from the grace of the ruby lip sugar-eating of Thine, happy.
Gracious is Thy existence like a fresh rose-leaf : Like the cypress of paradise, head to foot of Thine, happy.
Sweet, the way of Thy grace ; beautiful Thy line (of down) and mole : The eye and the eye-brow of Thine, adorned ; the stature and form of Thine, happy.
Both, my fancy the rose-garden full of decoration and adornment of Thine : Also, my heart, by the lily-exhaling tress of Thine, happy.
In love's path, where, from calamity's torrent is no passing, My own heart, I make by the sight (of the form) of Thine happy.
(O true Beloved !) before Thy eye, I die. For, in that sickness, Pain maketh me, through the adorned cheek of Thine, happy.
In the desert of search, although from every side is danger, Hafiz, heart-bereft, goeth in love of Thine happy.
Zameen
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