غزل شمارهٔ 80

O Zahed, pure of nature! censure not the profligates; For, against thee, they will not record another’s crime.

If I be good, or if I be bad. Go thou: be thyself: In the end, every one reapeth that work that he sowed.

Every one, whether sensible or insensible, is the seeker of the Beloved: Every place, whether the Masjed or the church, is the house of love.

My head of submission and the brick of the Tavern-door: If the complainant understand not this speech, say: Thy head and brick.

Of the former kindness in eternity without beginning, make me not hopeless: What knowest thou, behind the screen who is good, who is bad?

From the cell of piety, not only I fell out: My father also let go from his hand Paradise of Eternity without end.

O Hafez! If, on the day of death, thou bring a cup. Immediately, they will take thee from the street of the tavern to Paradise.