غزل شمارهٔ 364

Heart given from the hand, lovers, void of grief, intoxicated, (selfless and powerless), we are : Fellow-associate of love, boon-companions of the cup of wine, we are.

On us, the bow of reproach, many have drawn : Since, from the eye-brow of the (true) Beloved, our work we have loosed.

O rose ! last night, the morning cup thou drankest : That anemone, that (from eternity without beginning) with the stain (of love), (was) born, we are.

If vexed with our repentance became the Pir of the Magians, Say : " Pure, make the wine ; for with apology (for our conduct) standing, we are."

O guide of the path (the perfect murshid) ! from thee, goeth the work. A glance (make), That, me, justice thou mayst give ; for fallen (away) from the Path, we are.

In the midst of work, behold not (ruddy) wine like the red-streaked tulip and the goblet : Behold this stain (of love) that, on our bloody heart,' we have placed.

Thou spakest, saying: "Hafiz! all this colour of fancy (imaginary pictures) is what ? " (Hafiz replied : ) " Say not a false picture ; for, verily, the tablet smooth (like " a mirror, void of picture) we are."