غزل شمارهٔ 2277

There are a few dissolutes this side, hidden in the shade of the heart, and yonder sun shines from the roof of the heart upon their souls;

Every star became a Venus, every mote a sun, sun and stars before them spinning like motes.

Reason and heart, gone astray, have carried all the souls to heaven; every one of them has become a Kai-Khusrau and a king without parasol and standard.

You have slain many a mount and gone around the world; journey into your soul, and behold a people become altogether soul.

With this divine benefaction, with this beauty and loveliness, see the command-worshippers absorbed in the command.

Their hearts are as mirrors, those rancorless hearts of theirs; their hearts like the field of the skies, a king entering the field.

Through their jubilees and ululations, their sugar-cracking lips, dessert and wine and that other thing have become cheap in our town.

If I were unselfed as last night and thought not of the disturbance, unselfed I would have spoken the rest of this;

But for now I close my mouth, because I am in pawn to myself, till the time when my heart has become drunk with him.

King of the kings of the soul, Shams al-H. aqq-i Tabr¯ız— through him every soul has become a sea, every body a coral.