غزل شمارهٔ 298

The abode of peace, unalloyed wine, and the kind companion, If ever attainable these be to thee, O excellent the grace of God !

The world and the world's work, all naught in naught is : The verifying of this matter, a thousand times, I have made.

Regret and sorrow that, up to this time, I knew not, That the alchemy of happiness is the Friend, the Friend !

To a place of safety, go ; opportunity, reckon the plunder of time : For, in the ambuscades of life, are the highwaymen of the Path.

(O Saki!) come. For penitence for the ruby lip (of the true Beloved), and for the laughter (the sparkling) of the cup, Is an imagination, verification whereof reason maketh not.

Although, to one contemptible like me, the (slender) hair of thy (small) waist reacheth not, From the thought of this subtle matter, happy is my heart.

That (darkish) beauty that is in the chin-pit of thine, To its (profound) depth, reach not many a thought profound.

If, with the colour of red cornelian, my tear be, what wonder? For like (red) cornelian, is the seal of the seal-ring of my eye.

With laughter, he (the Saki) spake, saying : " Hafiz ! the servant of thy nature, I am" Behold to what degree, me a fool, he (the Saki) maketh.