غزل شمارهٔ 37

Come! For most unstable is the foundation of the Palace of Hope: Bring the cup; for the foundation of Life is on the wind.

Beneath the azure vault, I am that slave of resolution, who Is free from whatever taketh color of attachment.

What shall I tell thee? Last night, in the wine-tavern, completely intoxicated. Me, Jibrail of the invisible world gave tidings how glad,

Saying: “O Falcon of lofty visions sitting on the Sidra tree “Not thy nest. is this corner full of woe.

“From highest Heaven’s pinnacle, they utter a cry for thee: “In this snare-place, I know not what hath befallen thee.”

Counsel, I proffer thee: take it to mind: bring it into action: For, from the Pir of Tarikat, I recollect this matter.

Suffer not grief for the World: take not my counsel from thy mind: For, from a wayfarer, I recollect t his sweet saying:

“Give contentment to that given; unloose the frown from thy forehead: “For, the door of choice is not open to me and thee.”

From the world of unstable nature, seek hot uprightness of covenant: For, this old woman is the bride of a thousand Lovers.

In the smile of the rose, is no trace of the covenant of fidelity: O nightingale-lover; beware; for it is the place of wail.

O languid verse! wherefore bearest thou envy towards Hafez? God-given are the acceptance of the hear;: and the grace of speech