غزل شمارهٔ 381

Which is the road by which I came? I would return, for it likes me not here;

One moment’s absence from the Beloved’s lane is unlawful according to the doctrine of lovers.

If only in all the village there is someone—by Allah, a sign would be completely sufficient.

How shall the finch escape? For even the simurgh is footfast in this stout snare.

My heart, do not come wandering in this direction; sit there, for it is a pleasant station.

Choose that dessert which augments life, seek that wine which is full-bodied;

The rest is all scent and image and colour, the rest is all war and shame and opprobrium;

Be silent, and sit down, for you are drunk, and this is the edge of the roof.