غزل شمارهٔ 662

Though the whole world be full of thorns, the heart of the lover is wholly a rosebower;

And though heaven’s wheel be idle and ineffective, the world of lovers is fully employed.

Let all other men be sorrowful, yet the lover’s soul will be gay and happy and sprightly.

Give to the lover every place where a candle is extinguished, for he is endowed with a hundred thousand lights.

Even if the lover is alone, he is not alone, for his is companioned by the hidden Beloved.

The wine of lovers bubbles up from the breast; love’s companion is in the inmost secrets.

Love is not content with a hundred promises, for the cunning of the heart-enchanters is manifold.

And if you should see a lover sick, is not the fair one at the sick one’s head?

Be a rider of love, and fear not the way, for love’s steed is swift of pace;

With a single bound it brings you to the abode, even though the road be not even.

The soul of the lover knows nothing of fodder-eating, for the souls of lovers are vintners of fine wine.

In Shams al-D¯ın-i Tabr¯ız¯ı you will discover a heart which is at once intoxicated and very sober.