O true Beloved the Huma of the...

O true Beloved the Huma of the height of felicity to the snare of ours falleth .

If , Thy passing to the dwelling of ours falleth . *** Like the up - rising bubble , up I cast my cap with joy ,

If a reflection of Thy face into the cup of ours falleth . *** A night when the moon of desire ariseth from the horizon ,

It may be that the ray of that light of the moon on the roof of ours falleth . *** When to Thy court , no access is the wind's ,

How the chance of opportunity of salutation of ours falleth *** When my life became the sacrifice for Thy lip I established the fancy

That a drop of its limpid water to the palate of ours falleth . *** The fancy Thy tress spake saying O Lover make not thy life the means of thy desire

For , of this kind , many a prey into the snare^ of ours falleth . *** When the path of dust - kissing of this door is not even for kings ,

How , the favour of an answer to the salutation of ours falleth *** From this door , go not in hopelessness . Strike an omen

It may be that the die of fortune to the name of ours falleth . *** Whenever Hafiz boasteth of the dust of Thy street

The breeze of the rose - bed of the soul into the perfume - place of ours falleth , ***