غزل شمارهٔ 406

The beloved said : " Forth, thou wentest for the spectacle of the new (crescent) moon : " Thine, be shame of my (crescent) moon eye-brows (that are more glorious) ; go!

" 'Tis a life (-time) since, (of the crowd) of captives of our tress, thy heart was "Of keeping the side of thy friends, careless be not."

For the blackness of the friend's tress, sell not the 'itr of reason ; For, there, (they sell) a thousand musk-pods of musk for half a barley-corn.

In this old sown-place (this world), the seed of fidelity and of love, At that time becometh manifest when arriveth the time of reaping.

Saki ! wine bring ; for to thee, a mystery, I will tell, Of the mystery of the old star; and of the wandering of the new moon.

The end of every month, the (waning) form of the moon giveth trace, Of the (end of) the diadem of Siyamak, and of the abandoning of the crown of Zhu.

Hafiz ! the threshold of the Pir of the magians is the fortress of fidelity : To him, read the lesson of love's tale ; and from him (counsel) hear.