That heart that is the hidden-displayer; and that the cup of Jamshid hath, For a seal ring, that awhile became lost, what grief it hath?
To the beard or to the mole, of beggars give not the heart’s treasure: Give to the hand of a king-like one, who it precious hath.
Not every tree endureth the violence of autumn: The slave of resolution of the cypress, I am, who this foot hath.
Hath arrived that season, when from joy like the intoxicated narcissus, He placeth at the goblet’s foot, who six derhams hath.
Now, like the rose hold not back gold for the price of wine: For, suspicion of thee, by a hundred defects, absolute reason hath.
With the hidden mystery, none is acquainted: utter not the tale: The path into this sacred enclosure, what confidant of the heart hath.
My heart that used to boast of solitude, now a hundred occupations, With the morning breeze. on account of the perfume of Thy tress hath.
The heart’s desire-of whom may I seek? Since there is no heart-possessor, Who, splendor of sight, and habit of liberality, hath.
From the pocket of Hafez’s religious garment, what profit can one gain? For we seek the eternal; and a beloved he hath.
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