Last night , He the true Belov...

Last night , He the true Beloved came and His cheek , He had enkindled .

Let us see , the grief - stricken heart of the lover how He had consumed . *** The custom of lover - slaying and the way of city - upsetting

Was a garment that , on His form , He had stitched . *** Rue for His own face , He the true Beloved regarded the lover's soul

And , for this work of consuming the lover the ruddy fire of His cheek , had enkindled . *** The black infidelity of His dark tress attacked the path of faith and that one of stony heart ,

In its faith's path , a torch formed of His ruddy face , had enkindled . *** To hand , much blood my heart brought ; but , my eye with bloody tears spilled it

Allah , Allah this blood who had expended who had collected *** The true Beloved , sell not for the world and in the world's attachments be not foot - bound For , much , it profited not

That one who , for base gold , Yusuf , had sold . *** Although , outwardly , He spake saying : I will cruelly slay thee , I saw

That secretly towards me , heart - consumed , His glance had been . *** He spake , and sweetly spake Hafiz go and burn the khirka

O Lord from whom , this power of base - coin recognising is it that He had learned ***