Although from the heart's fire...

Although from the heart's fire , like a foaming jar of wine , in tumult I am ,

The seal of silence on my lip pressed , the blood of grief I drink and silent I am . *** To show desire for the lip of the true Beloved is to make an attempt upon one's own life

Behold thou me who , in this matter , with soul strenuously strive *** Free from the heart's grief , how may I become , when , momently ,

The Hindu of the tress of the idol the true Beloved me , beringed as His slave maketh *** Not from exceeding religiousness , is my inducing of the khirka

Over the head of a hundred secret sins , a veil the khirka I place . *** I who desire not to drink save of the purest wine

What shall I do , if the speech of the Pir of the Magians , I hear not *** God forbid not trusting to my own devotion , am I

Only this is the extent that , sometimes , a goblet of the wine of love to God I drink and in it strive *** Hope is mine that despite the enemy shaitan on the day of requital resurrection - day

Not , on my back , will the bounty of His pardon place the load of sin . *** For two wheat - grains , my Father , Adam , sold the garden of Rizvan paradise

If , for a barley - grain , I sell it not , unworthy son I shall be . *** If with this hand way the minstrel of the assembly the perfect murshid waylayeth , love rendering lovers selfless and drawing them into his net

Even so at the time of sama' , me , from sense , the lustrous verse of Hafiz taketh . ***