غزل شمارهٔ 2372

Ha, to and enter the sea; do not look on from afar, for the pearl is in the depths of the sea, the foam on the shore.

When you have seen the face of the king, go forth from the house like a pawn; when you have seen the face of the sun, become lost like a star.

When by that slave-cherishing you have become pure and a man of prayer, invite all like the muezzin from the minaret.

Gaze on this moon through which your heart has become bright, look upon this king who has arrived on horseback.

I will not fear and tremble when he draws the dagger of omnipotence; by God I will give his dagger a bribe and a portion.

What water is there that matches his grace? For he produces two hundred fountains from the breast of marble and rock.

All day you dance for vermicelli and porridge; what do you know of the desire of the heart for this verse and song?

Since I saw his silvery breast I flee from silver and gold, for his breeze flees away from the hand that counts silver.

You have no fruit because you are light-laden like the willow; you have nothing of that business because you have become a jack-of-all-trades.

All the pilgrims have gone to the sanctuary and seen the Kaaba; you have not even bought a camel with a broken bridle.

Look at your companions, all drunk and dissolute; be silent, and become likewise, you brawler.