غزل شمارهٔ 302

O (cool) breeze of the north! the breeze of good news, thou art, That, us, at union's time, reacheth.

Love's tale, no break is it's : Here, speech's tongue is broken.

Salma is where ? In Zu Salam, is who ? Our neighbours are where ? Their state is how ?

After safety (from calamity), invisible became the dwelling (of Salma) : Of its former state, the ruins ask.

In thy beauty of perfection, thou acquiredest hope Far from thee, God keep the eye-wound (of calamity) !

O messenger of the bird-place ! God protect thee : Welcome ! welcome ! Come ! come !

Void remaineth the space of the banquet-hall ; Of the companions, and of the brimful ritl.

Now, hath the night of absence cast its shade : Let us see, what (pastime) the night-prowlers (the dreams) of fancy play.

At none, looketh our saucy one : Alas this pride, haughtiness, and disdain !

O Hafiz ! love and patience, how long ? Sweet, is the wail of lovers. Bewail !