غزل شمارهٔ 82

That Bold One of Angel-face who, last night, by me passed, What sin saw He that, by way of sin, He passed?

Since from my sight, went that world-seeing eye, None knoweth what tears from my eye have passed.

Last night from the passing of the heart s fire to the candle passed not That smoke that, to our head, from the liver’s consuming passed.

Far from His face, momently, from the fountain of my eye, A torrent of tears came; and the deluge of calamity passed.

From our feet, we fell when separation’s grief came: In grief we remained when from the hand, the remedy passed.

The heart said: “With prayer, one can again obtain union with Him.” ‘Tis a life-time since my life all in the work of prayer passed.

Wherefore do I bind on the pilgrim-robe, for that Ka’ba is not here? In effort, wherefore do I strive since from Ka’ba, he hath passed?

Yesterday, with the essence of the pity, when he beheld me, the physician said: “Alas! beyond the rules of cure, thy grief hath passed.”

O friend! for asking Hafez plant thy foot Before that time when they shall speak saying,: “From the frail house he hath passed.”