غزل شمارهٔ 2605

Garden, do you know in whose wind you are dancing? You are pregnant with fruit, intoxicated with the rose bower.

Why do you possess this spirit, if you are this body? Why do you paint this image, if you are all soul?

What offering is life to you? Dates brought to Bas.ra! How can I speak of you as a pearl, since you are the envy of Oman?

Reason, wag your chin this wise by your own analogy; what do you know of that wise, being fascinated by [human] chins?

It is difficult to play the lute for the deaf, or to sprinkle sugar over the head of one suffering from the bile.

Faith borrows a hundred eyes to see him, until faith becomes drunk with that wine divine.

I fall at the foot of the heart; every day I say, “Your secret will be hidden unless you cause it to leap forth.”

That six-sided dice is appropriate to that checkerboard; how shall the human dice be contained in any bowl?

Shams al-H. aqq-i Tabr¯ız¯ı, why do I return every instant to your hand, if you are not the king?