غزل شمارهٔ 167

The star gleamed; and the moon of the assembly became: Of our affrighted heart, the consoler and comforter became.

My idol, who to school went not; and writing wrote not: With a glance, the precept-teacher of a hundred schools became.

By His perfume, the sick heart of lovers, like the breeze, For the cheek of the wild rose, and for the eye of the narcissus, a ransom became.

Now, in the chief seat of the inn. the Beloved placeth us: Behold the city-beggar who, the chief of the assembly became!

Fancy established the water of Khizr, and the cup of Kay Khosro: With one sweet draught, the Soltan Abul-Farwaris, it became.

Now, became prosperous the joy of the palace of love: When, its geometrician, the arch of my beloved’s eye-brow became.

Make pure thy lip of the excess of wine for God’s sake: For, with thousands of sins, a mutterer to itself, my heart became.

To lovers, thy glance poured such a draught of wine, That senseless fell science; void of understanding, reason became.

Like the precious gold of existence, is my verse. Yes: The alchemy of this copper, the acceptance of the wealthy became.

Friends; from the path of the wine-house, turn the rein: For, by this path went Hafez; and poor became.