غزل شمارهٔ 6

To the Sultan’s attendants, who will convey this prayer “In thanks for sovereignty, away from sight drive not the beggar?”

From the watcher, demon of nature, I take shelter in my God Perchance that gleaming light may, for God’s sake, give a little aid.

If Thy dark eye-lash made for our blood, O Idol! think of its deceit; and, make no mistake

When Thou enkindlest thy face, Thou consumest a world, From this, what profit hast Thou that Thou doest no kindness

All night, in this hope I am that the breeze of dawn, With the message of lovers, will cherish the lover.

O Beloved! what is the tumult that to lovers thou displayedest Thy face like the gleaming moon, Thy stature like the heart-ravishing cypress?

O Murshed! to the lover Hafez morning-rismg, give thou, for God’s sake, a draught, May his prayer of the morning-time avail thee!