غزل شمارهٔ 2226

You who have made the lovers’ whole baggage a wager, do not shed the blood of these lovers, and do not depart.

See the traces of blood at the top of the road, hear the bloody cry coming from all sides.

I said to this heart, “See his mallet; if you are a ball, run into this mallet.”

The heart said, “In the curve of his mallet I have become old and new a hundred thousand times.”

How should the ball of the heart hide from the mallet? For in this desert there is neither well nor ditch.

The cat of the soul is the sneeze of the lion of eternity; the lion trembles when the cat mews.

This is the gold of the mine of Shams-i Tabr¯ız; search it grain by grain, it is all pure.