غزل شمارهٔ 2015

Last night I saw Poverty in a dream, I became beside myself from its beauty.

From the loveliness and perfection of the grace of poverty I was dumbfounded until dawn.

I saw poverty like a mine of ruby, so that through its hue I became clothed in silk.

I heard the clamorous rapture of lovers, I heard the cry of “Drink now, drink!”

I saw a ring all drunken with poverty; I saw its ring in my own ear.

I saw many forms in the light of poverty, I saw many a form of the soul in its face.

From the midst of my soul a hundred surgings rose when I beheld the surging of the sea.

Heaven uttered a hundred thousand cries; I am the slave of such a leader.