غزل شمارهٔ 316

So that me, to the wind of destruction thou give not, to the dishevelling breeze, thy tress give not: So that my foundation of life, thou take not, the foundation of disdain, establish not.

So that (in affliction) the blood of my liver, I drink not, with others, wine drink not : So that its head to the sky, my plaint draw not, thy head withdraw not.

So that me, in bonds, thou put not thy tress becurl not : So that me, to the wind (of destruction) thou give not, lustre to thy face give not.

So that me, from thyself thou take not the friend of the stranger be not : So that me, unhappy thou make not grief for strangers suffer not.

So that me, independent of the rose-leaf (perfume) thou mayst make, thy face illumine : So that me, free of the (lofty) cypress, thou mayst make, thy stature exalt.

So that me, thou mayst not consume, the candle of every assembly be not : So that from my remembrance, thou pass not, every tribe remember not.

So that my head (in perturbation) in desire for (the solitude of) the mountain thou put not, the notoriety of the city be not: So that me, Farhad, thou make not, the disdain of Shirin display not.

On me, miserable, show pity ; and to my plaint, arrive : So that, to the dust of the door of Asaf, my plaint reach not.

Of thy tyranny, God forbid that Hafiz should, one day, complain : From this day when, in thy bond, I am, free I am.