غزل شمارهٔ 2696

The springtide brings me into laughter, a hangover keeps me headspinning.

A moon has brought me into the circle, a friend has made me friendless.

I have become as a string through the voice of a lute—the melody is audible, the string is invisible.

Like dust he stirred up the world; he has vanished like a wind in a dust.

That king lit up life like a spark who vanished in a spark as if burning.

That one adorned the beauty of the rose garden who vanished like a rose in the soul of a thorn.

My heart says, “Tell the saki my soul is drunk at least for that remaining one.”

My heart like a mirror is silent, speaking in the hand of an amazing mirror-holder;

From whom moment by moment there shines in the mirror an amazing figure of beauty.