غزل شمارهٔ 262

The state of bloody hearts, who uttereth again From the sky, (revenge for) the blood of Jamshid, who seeketh again ?

Of the eye of wine-worshippers, shame be its : The intoxicated narcissus, if up it spring again.

Save Plato, jar-sitter with wine, To us, the mystery of philosophy, who uttereth again.

Whoever, like the (cup-shaped) tulip became cup-circulator, On account of this tyranny, his face in blood, washeth again.

Like the rose-bud, expandeth my heart, if The cup of tulip colour, it smell again.

Since, in its notes (the mystery of hakikat), the harp (the Arif, mystery-revealer) uttered speech (of grief) : Its chord, cut; so that it may not moan again.

About the sacred house of the jar (of wine of love), Hafiz. If he can, on his head (swiftly) will run again.