غزل شمارهٔ 198

I said: “Me, prosperous, Thy mouth and lip, when do they make?” He said: “By my eye whatever thou sayest even so do they make.”

I said: “Thy lip demandeth tribute of Egypt:” He said: “In this matter, loss they seldom make.”

I said: “To the point of Thy mouth, who taketh the way?” He said “This Is a tale that to the subtlety-knower, they make.”

I said: “In the society of the lofty-sitter, be not idol worshipper?” He said: “In love’s street, also this and also that they make “

I said: “The desire of the wine-house taketh grief from the heart.” He said: “Happy, those who joyous a single heart make.”

I said: “Wine and the religious garment, are they not the ordinances of the religious order?” He said: “In the religious order of the Pir of the Magians, this work they make.”

I said “From the sweet ruby of thy lips, what profit the old is?” He said: “Him, with a sweet kiss, young they make.”

I said “To the chamber when goeth the Khwajeh?” He said: “That time when Jupiter and the moon conjunction make.”

I said: “Prayer for his fortune is Hafez’s morning exercise.” He said: “This prayer the angels of the seventh heaven make.”