غزل شمارهٔ 381

Although, apparently, the slaves of the King are we, (By weeping and wailing), Kings of the country of the morning (when prayers are answered) are we.

Treasure in the sleeve ; and empty, the purse, The cup, world-displaying, and the dust of the Path (of tarikat) are we.

Sensible of the presence (of God) ; and intoxicated with pride, The ocean of unity ; and (yet like the) drowned one of sin are we.

The mistress of fortune, when she glanceth, The mirror of her moon-like face, are we.

Every night, of the King of vigilant Fortune, The care-taker of the diadem and of the crown are we.

Say : " Our blessing reckon plunder ; " For in sleep thou (art) ; and, in the eye (sentry-place), are we.

The King, Mansur, is acquainted with this, that we Wherever the face of resolution, we place

Make for enemies the shroud of blood ; (and) Give to friends the kaba of victory.

Not before us, may be the hue of deceit; Either, the ruddy (tawny) lion; or the black (deadly) snake, are we.

The debt of (due to) Hafiz say that they should give back (to him) ; (The debt) thou hast confessed ; witnesses, are we.