غزل شمارهٔ 423

Last night, to the door of the wine-house, I went, sleep stained The khirka wet of skirt, and the prayer-mat, wine stained

The magian boy of the wine-seller, cry-making, came ; He said : " Awake, O wayfarer, sleep stained.

"Washing and washing, do ; then, to the tavern, proudly move ; "So that, by thee, this ruined cloister become not' stained

"In desire for those sweet of mouth (beloved ones), how long makest thou "The jewel of thy soul with the melted ruby (the bloody tear) stained?"

"In purity, pass the stage of old age ; and make not, "The honour-robe of old age, with the splendid dress of youth, stained.

Pure and clean, be ; and, from nature's well, come forth ; Giveth not purity water, earth stained.

I said : "O soul of the world ! not a defect is it, the rose-book "If, in the spring season, it become with pure (ruddy) wine bestained."

In this deep sea (of love) those acquainted with love's path, Were drowned ; and were not with water stained.

He said: "Hafiz! to friends, thy jest and subtlety boast not; " Alas for this (thy) grace, with varied forms of reproach bestained."