غزل شمارهٔ 213

Verily the jewel of the treasure of mysteries is as it was : With that seal and mark, the chest of (our) love is as it was.

Lovers are the crowd of the Lords of deposit (of love) : Doubtless, the eye, jewel-raining, is as it was,

(My state), ask the morning-breeze. For all night, up to the breath of morn, our Dear soul-friend, verily the perfume of Thy tress is as it was.

The (sincere) seeker of the ruby and of the jewel is none ; and if not, the sun (the murshid) Even so in the work of the mine and of the quarry (wherein jewels are produced) is as it was.

For the visiting of one slain by Thy own glance, come : For verily expectant of Thee, the helpless one is as he was.

(O true Beloved !) the (red) colour of the blood of our heart, which (produced from Thy cheek) Thou concealedst (with Thy fresh down), Even so in Thy ruby lip, visible is as it was.

(In thought), I spake saying: "Thy Hindu (black) tress again attacketh not." Passed years ; and aid in that way it is as it was.

Hafiz ! again relate the tale of the blood-tears of thy eye : For in this fountain (eye), verily (blood) water-running is as it was.