غزل شمارهٔ 72

Love’s path is Path whereof the shore is none: And there, unless they surrender their soul, remedy is none.

Every moment that to love thou givest thy heart is a happy moment, In the right work, need of praying to God to be directed aright is none.

With reason’s prohibition, affright us not; and bring wine: In our Land, the work of the watchman, work is none.

Ask thou thy own eye “Who draweth us?” O soul! the sin of fortune and the crime of the star is none.

Him, one can see with the pure eye like the crescent moon: The place of splendor of that moon-fragment, every eye is not.

Reckon as plunder the path of profligacy. For this track, Like the path to the treasure, evident to every one is not.

In no way, Hafez’s weeping affected thee Astonishment mine at that heart, which less hard than the stone is not.