غزل شمارهٔ 228

If, from thy garden, I pluck a rose, what may it be ? (If), by thy lamp (of splendour), I see before my feet what may it be?

O Lord (God) ! within the border of the shade of that lofty cypress, If, a moment at ease, I consumed sate, what may it be?

O seal-ring of Jamshid, auspicious of effort, at last If, on the ruby of the seal-ring, thy reflection fall what may it be ?

When the Zahid of the city chose the favour of the King and of the Ruler. If I choose the love of an idol (an illusory beloved) what may it be ?

Out from the house (of the brain), went my reason ; and, if wine be this (in effect), That, from the first, I experienced ; in the house of my Faith what may it be ?

On the (illusory) beloved and on wine, my precious life was expended : Let us see, to me, from that (the beloved) what may happen ; and from this (the wine) what may it be?

That I was a lover, the Khwaja knew and naught said : If Hafiz, also, know that I am such a lover, what may it be ?