غزل شمارهٔ 121

Every one, who, his heart collected and the beloved acceptable hath, Happiness became his fellow-companion; and fortune, his fellow-sitter, he hath.

Much more lofty than reason is the court of the fold of love: That threshold, that one kisseth who, his life in his sleeve, hath.

Thy small sweet mouth is perchance Soleiman’s seal; For, the world beneath the seal-stone, the picture of the seal of its ruby hath.

The ruby lip and the musky hair, when His is that and His is this, of my Heart-ravisher, I boast; because this and that, His beauty hath.

O opulent one! with contempt, regard not the weak and the poor: For, the chief seat of honor, the Fakir, the road-sitter hath.

When thou art on the surface of the land regard powerfulness plunder: For, beneath the surface of the land, many a non-powerful one Time hath.

The turner of calamity from the soul and the body, is the prayer of the poor: Who experienceth good, who, from that harvest, shame of the corn-gleaner hath?

O breeze! utter a secret of my love to the sovereign of the lovely ones, Who, as the meanest slave, a hundred Jamshids and Kay-Khosros hath.

If he say: “A poor lover like Hafez I desire not:” Speak ye to him, saying: “Imperial sway, the beggar, road-sitter hath.”