O true Beloved when , into the...

O true Beloved when , into the mirror of the cup of love the reflection of Thy face fell ,

From the laughter of wine love's glory into the crude desire of drinking the cup , the Arif fell . *** With that splendour that , in the mirror of the ruby the beauty of Thy face made ,

All this picture of created beings that are illusory into the mirror of fancy fell . *** When , like the compass , for the sake of revolution , he moveth not , what may he do

Who in the circle of time's revolution fell *** O Khwaja passed hath that time when thou sawest me in the cloister

Now with the face of the Saki and the lip of the cup , my work fell . *** Beneath the sword of grief for Him , it is proper to go dancing in joy

For , that one who was slain of Him , his end happy fell . *** From the masjid to the tavern , I fell not of myself

From the covenant of eternity without beginning , to me this result of the end tavern - haunting fell . *** The jealousy of true love severed and made dumb the tongue of all the great ones of love the Arifs

Then into the mouth of the common people , the mystery of grief for Him , how fell *** Every moment , another kindness to me of consumed heart is His

Behold , how fit for reward , this beggar fell . *** After coming out from the pit dimple of Thy chin , in the curl of Thy tress , my heart clung

Alas , forth from the pit , it came and into the snare , fell . *** On the day of eternity without beginning , His face , beneath the veil , displayed splendour

On the face of understandings of men the reflection , from the ray of that splendour fell . *** All this reflection of wine sensual love and varied picture brutal love that have appeared

Is only a splendour of the face of the Saki God that , into cup of our heart and into things possible fell . *** Through pure vision , he of pure vision the Arif , or the holy traveller attained his object

Through the eye , double - seeing captive to duality the crafty one captive to reason and desire or the hypocrite into crude desire fell . *** The Sufis , all , are lovers and glance of love players but ,

From the midst , to bad name , heart - consumed Hafiz fell . ***