Ghazal 105

If the Sufi drinks wine in measure — may it be wholesome!

Otherwise, the thought of this affair — may it be forgotten.

The one who can offer a single sip of wine from his hand —

may his hand be in the embrace of the desired beloved.

Our master said no error passed from the Pen of Creation —

blessing upon his pure, fault-concealing gaze.

The King of the Turks listens to the pretenders' words —

may he feel shame for the injustice of Siavash's blood.

Though from pride she would not speak with this poor dervish —

may my soul be a sacrifice for her sweet, silent pistachio-lip.

My eye has become one of the mirror-holders of her line and mole —

may my lip be among the kiss-stealers of her breast and shoulder.

Her drunken narcissus eye, that gracious keeper of hearts —

if it drinks the lover's blood in its cup, may it be wholesome.

In servitude to you, Hafez has become famous in the world —

may the ring of your tresses' bondage be in his ear.