غزل شمارهٔ 1235

The fair one whom I am seeking with all my soul I do not see amongst those present here.

Where has he gone? He is not amongst those present; I do not see any sign of him in this assembly.

I am casting my gaze in every direction and every place; I do not see any trace of his rosebower.

Moslems, where has he gone, that illustrious one whom I used to behold in the midst like a candle?

Speak his name; for whoever has spoken his name, his bones will not crumble in the tomb.

Blessed is the man who has kissed his hand; at the time of death his mouth has become sweet.

Shall I give thanks for his countenance, or his character? For the world beholds none his like.

If earth does not find his form, what matters it, seeing that his heaven revolves in this love?

Speak the nicknames of Shams al-D¯ın-i Tabr¯ız; do not keep him concealed from the ears of the yearners.