غزل شمارهٔ 300

If design for my destruction, thousands of enemies (Shaitans, intent upon leading one astray) make, If thou (O perfect murshid !) be my friend (and aider), of enemies, I have no fear.

Me, hope of union with Thee keepeth alive : If not, from separation from Thee a hundred ways, fear of destruction is mine.

Breath (by) breath, if, from the breeze, Thy perfume, I perceive not, Time (after) time, rent like the rose my collar I make.

On account of Thy image, go to sleep my two eyes never ! In separation from Thee, patient was my heart, 'God forbid !

If a wound, Thou strike, ('tis) better than the plaister of another : If poison Thou give, better than the antidote of another.

My slaughter, by the blow of Thy sword is everlasting life : For, verily happy is my soul in this that it is a sacrifice for Thee.

The rein, turn not. For if me, Thou strike with the sword, My head, the shield I make ; from the saddle-strap (to bind me as game), Thy hand I keep not back.

Thee, as Thou art, how may every vision see ? To the extent of his vision, every one understandeth.