غزل شمارهٔ 450

Tis a time when expectant, us thou keepest; , Not in the way of others, thy slaves, thou keepest.

Not opened towards me became the corner of the eye of thy satisfaction ; Like this, the honour of those possessed of vision thou keepest.

Best that Thou cover up that arm when, for the sake of colouring, In the heart's blood of those full of skill, Thy hand Thou keepest.

(O true Beloved !) from the stain of grief (of separation) from Thee, escaped neither the rose nor the bulbul in the garden ; All clamouring, garment-rending, Thou keepest.

O thou that, in the coloured tattered garment (of the Sufi), seekest the delight of the presence (of God)! (it, how mayst thou obtain?) Wonderful ! by those void of knowledge, hope of satiation thou keepest.

O eye and lamp ! since the narcissus of the garden of vision thou art, With me, heart shattered, the head heavy wherefore (is it that) thou keepest ?

From the mine of the other world, is the jewel of the (world-viewing) cup of Jamshid (the Arif acquainted with m'arifat); From the clay of the pitcher-makers (dry zahids), desire (for this jewel vainly) Thou keepest.

O heart ! the father of experience of the end, thou art. Wherefore (is it that), Desire for the love and the fidelity of these youths thou keepest?

Though, profligacy and depravity are our sin, yet, A lover spake, saying: " On them (profligacy and depravity), the slave Thou keepest."

Hafiz ! in reproach, abandon not the day of safety ; From the passing world, what expectation (is it that) thou keepest?