غزل شمارهٔ 352

For a long time past, in the tavern (of love, of manifestations, of glories), service (in {rue love to God, in manifestations, and in fearful contemplation), I have been doing : In the garment of poverty (as a fakir), the work of people of fortune (those joined to God), I keep doing.

Until that, into union's snare, I bring the partridge (the true Beloved), sweet of gait, In my ambush, expectation of time's opportunity, I make.

Perceived not truth's perfume, our admonisher. Hear thou ; for this word (of truth), In his presence, do I also utter : no calumny, do I make.

To the Friend's street, I go like the (swift) breeze, falling and rising, And from the basil and the rose, prayer for assistance, I make.

More than this, our trouble, the dust of Thy street endureth not : O Idol! kindnesses, Thou didst: (by going into effacement) the lessening of our trouble (to Thee) I make.

The snare of the Path (tarikat) is the tress of the Heart-ravisher ; and the arrow of calamity, His glance : O heart ! remember the many precepts of counsel that, for thee, I make.

O Merciful One, defect-concealing ! cover the eye of the ill-see-er, From these bold deeds, that, in the corner of khilvat, I do.

In a religious assembly, Hafiz, I am ; in a convivial assembly, dreg-drinker, I am : This boldness (and expertness) behold how, with (different) people, (different) profession, I make.