غزل شمارهٔ 478

Drink the cup of the wine of unity of a " man ;" So that, by it grief's root, up from the heart, thou mayst pluck.

Expanded, keep the heart, like the cup of wine ; Head closed how long like a large jar?

When, from the jar of selflessness, a ritl thou drinkest, Less of thyself (voluntarily), thou boastest of "self."

Like the (humble and worthless) stone at thy foot be, not like the water (of the cloud glorying in sublimity) ; All colour of deceit, thou mixest ; and wet of skirt (lust-stained) thou art.

To wine, bind the heart, so that, like a man, The neck of hypocrisy and of piety thou mayst shatter.

Arise, and, like Hafiz, an effort (in the service of the Pir of tarikat) make ; so that, perchance, Thyself, at the true Beloved's foot, thou mayest cast.