غزل شمارهٔ 449

O thou that lawful, the separation of lovers holdest; (And) apart from thy bosom, lovers holdest !

With a little water, the thirsty one of the desert, aid ; By reason of that hope that, in this Path to God, thou holdest.

O soul ! my heart, thou ravishedest ; and thee, I forgave. But Guard of it, keep better than this (guard) that of me thou keepest.

Our cup that the other adversaries drink, (It) we endure, if, lawful, thou holdest.

O (contemptible) fly! the presence of the (mighty) Simurgh is not thy place of display ; Thy own honour, thou takest ; and, our trouble, thou causest.

Excluded from this door (of the true Beloved), by thy own fault, thou fellest, Of whom, bewailest thou ? complaint, wherefore (is it that) thou hast ?

Hafiz ! from kings, shelter in service they seek ; Work not done, hope of gift what (is it that) thou holdest ?