غزل شمارهٔ 2736

When you are aiming at brotherhood, first of all you must wash your face;

If your head is splitting with drunkenness, do not seek to split the heads of your brothers.

Either drive away the smell of your armpits, or say farewell to the beloved’s embrace.

In the feast of a moon with hyacinth tresses how should it be etiquette for you to lament?

You want a quarry without a snare; be sure that like me you are seeking the impossible.

If your ears are hot from drunkenness, you are a Sufiof the concert of riotous ecstasy.

If your mind is unconscious of your ears, you are not single, you are a thousandfold.