Went heart and faith; and the Heart-Ravisher with reproach arose, And said: “Sit not with me; for, from thee, safety hath risen.”
Of whom heardest thou, who at this banquet, hath awhile sat happy: Who, at the end of the companionship, not in remorse hath risen.
If, with its tongue, the candle expressed a boast of that laughing face In fine, nights before thy lovers, it hath risen.
In the sward, from the border of the rose and the cypress, the spring breeze, In longing for that cheek and stature of Thine, hath risen.
Intoxicated, Thou passedest by, and from the Khilvatis of angels The tumult of resurrection at the sight of Thee hath risen.
Before thy gait, from shame its foot uplifted not, The head-extending cypress that, with grace of stature and of form, hath risen.
Hafez! cast off this religious garment. Perchance thou mayst take thy life: For, from the religious garment of hypocrisy and of miracle, fire hath risen.
