غزل شمارهٔ 203

Years, in pledge for the wine of the grape, our book (of knowledge and of conduct) was: From our reading and praying, the splendour of the wine-house (the perfect Arif's heart) was.

Behold the goodness of the Pir of the Magians (the murshid of truth) when we wholly intoxicated (evil-doers, unworthy speakers of love's mysteries, self joy seeker) Whatever we did, in his eye of liberality, good was.

Our book of knowledge, wash ye all with wine ; For I beheld the sky ; and, in malice with the sage's heart, it was.

O heart ! seek that (beauty) from idols if thou be beauty-recogniser ; For, that one who spake this, in knowledge of sight, the see-er (the murshid) was.

In every direction (in the tavern), like the compass, my heart made a great revolution ; And, standing in that circle, bewildered was.

From love's pain, the minstrel performed a great deed : Such that blood-stained, the eye-lash of the world's sages was.

With joy, I expanded on that account that, like the rose on the marge of the stream, On my head, the shadow of that cypress of straight stature was.

In respect of these blue garment-wearers {lovers, fakirs, those possessed of divine knowledge), my Pir (murshid) rose of hue, Gave no permission to reveal their impurity (in divulging love's mysteries). If not, (in respect to them, many) a tale was.

The counterfeit gathered by Hafiz was not passed by him (the Pir of the Magians ; the Murshid ; the true Beloved) : For the master of business (the Pir), wise as to hidden defect, was.