غزل شمارهٔ 321

Although old, shattered of heart, powerless, I have become, Whenever I recollected Thy face, made, young I became.

Thanks to God that whatever, from God, I sought, To the limit of my spirit, prosperous I became.

O young rose-bush ! the fruit of fortune enjoy ; for, Beneath Thy shade, the bulbul of the world's garden I became.

At first (in eternity without beginning) of the word and the cry of the world no news was mine : In the school of grief for thee (O murshid ! ) a subtlety-knower like this I became.

To the tavern (the stage of divine knowledge), me, fate consigneth (so that, thence, profit and advantage I may reap) : As much as like this (a sage) I go ; and like that (a -zahid) I became.

To my heart, the door of reality became opened that day When, of the dwellers of Thy court, the Pir of the Magians, I became.

In eternal fortune's highway to fortune's throne, With the cup of wine, to the desire of the heart of friends I went.

From that time when the calamity (wound) of Thy eye reached me, From the terrible calamity of the end of Time (the last age of this world) safe I became.

Not old in years and months, am I ; the faithless friend, it was, (Who, swiftly,) like (swift) life, passeth by me from (grief of) that, old, I became.

Last night, me, glad tidings, he (the Pir of the Magians, the perfect murshid) gave, saying : " Hafiz ! " Come back; for the pardon of thy sins, surety I became."