غزل شمارهٔ 433

O thou that, on the moon (of thy radiant face), the veil of musky hair castest, Kindness, thou didst ; on the sun (thy effulgent face, so that from love's fire, lovers should not consume) a shade thou castest.

With us, the water (lustre) of colour of thy cheek, what will it do? Now, on water, the picture of thy own sorcery, thou castest.

From the lovely ones of the world, the ball of loveliness thou tookest. Be joyful ! The (world-viewing) cup of Kay Khusrau, seek ; for Afrasiyab, down thou castest.

In a different way, with the (luminous) candle of thy face, love every one played ; Out from the midst, into trepidation, the moth, (the lover), thou castest.

In our desolate heart, the treasure of thy own love, thou placedest On this ruined treasure, mercy's shadow thou castest

Shelter from the water (lustre) of thy (flashing) sword, by which lions, Thirsty (with wounds), thou madest ; and heroes into water (of shame)-thou castest !

The sleep of the wakeful, thou boundest (preventedest) ; then from the picture of fancy, On the night-prowlers of the troop of sleep, a suspicion, thou castest.

(For the sake of) one glance, thy veil thou up-castest in the place-of-splendour ; And into the veil, through shame, Hur and Pari thou castest.

From the cup, world-viewing, wine drink ; for, on Jamshid's throne, From the face of the desired Beloved, the veil (down) thou castest.

From the desire for the intoxicated narcissus (eye), and for the ruby (lip), wine-worshipping, Into wine, Hafiz sitting in khilvat, thou easiest.

For the sake of capturing the heart, on his neck, the chain of thy tress, Like the (mighty) noose of Khusrau, the master of necks, thou castest.

The Ruler, Dara of pomp, O thou, who, the sun's crown, From the height of mightiness, on the dust of the door-post, thou castest !

Nusratu-d-Din Shah Yahiya, O thou who, the enemy's land, Into water, with the foam of thy (flashing) sword, like fire, thou castest !