غزل شمارهٔ 458

O heart! that moment when, intoxicated with wine rose of hue, thou art Without gold and treasure, with a hundred pomps of Karun thou art.

In the stage where to fakirs the seat of wazirship, they give, I expect that above all in rank thou art.

In the path to the abode of Laila (the true Beloved), wherein are dangers, The first condition of its step is, that Majnun (the perfect lover) thou be.

Thee, love's centre I showed. Ho ! mistake make not ; If not, when thou lookest outside of the circle of lovers thou art.

Departed, the karvan (of thy fellow-travellers) ; and, in sleep, thou (art), and the desert (is) in front : (O heart ! I know not) how thou goest ; from whom, the path thou askest ; what thou doest ; how (in this desert, ignorant of the path, alone) thou art.

The kingly crown, thou seekest ; the essence (perfection) of thy own nature, display : If, indeed, of the essence (the race) of Jamshid and of Firidun thou be.

A cup, drink ; and on the skies, a draught, cast ; On account of time's grief, the liver of blood (of grief) how long, how long art thou ?

Hafiz ! of poverty, bewail not. For, if this be thy poetry, Appeareth no one happy of heart, that sorrowful thou shouldst be.