That one the true Beloved , or...

That one the true Beloved , or the murshid who , like the trodden dust of the path , made me trampled of tyranny ,

The dust of the path of His foot I kiss ; and for the trouble of His approach , pardon beg . *** Not that one am I , who bewail of violence from Thee . God forbid

The faithful servant ; and slave , well - wishing , I am . *** In the curl of Thy long tress , my long hope , have I bound

Be it not that my hand of search , short it the tress should make cut *** An atom of dust , I am and , in Thy street , pleasant , is my time

Friend I fear that suddenly , me , a great wind of calamity may take . *** The Sufi of the lofty cloister of the holy world am I . But ,

Now , the lowly cloister of the Magians is the charge of mine . *** In the morning , the Pir of the wine - house the perfect murshid me , the cup world - viewing the heart pure of impurity of beholding other than God gave

And in that world - viewing cup like a mirror , me , informed of Thy beauty , made . *** With me , the road . sitter , arise and to the wine - house of love come

So that thou mayst see how in that circle of zikr va fikr master of rank , am I . *** Intoxicated , Thou passedest and of Hafiz , no thought was Thine

Alas if the skirt of Thy beauty , my morning sigh should catch consume *** At the head of the luminous candle of Thy stature , like the flame of a candle I quiver sacrifice myself , and die

Although I know that suddenly me , the desire for Thee , will slay . *** Happy to me it came when , in the morning , the Khusrau of the east the resplendent sun spake

Notwithstanding all my sovereignty , the slave of the Turan King am I . ***