O true Beloved for God's sake ...

O true Beloved for God's sake , with khirka - wearers hypocrites little sit

From resourceless profligates inwardly pure and clean Thy face , conceal not . *** In this khirka of the austere zahids is many a stain

O happy the time of the kaba of the wine - drinkers void of stain *** Thou art of delicate nature and power hast not to endure

The hardship of the handful of ragged garment - wearers . *** Among these Sufi - like ones , a pain of love I see not ,

Pure be the pleasure of the dreg - drinkers *** Come and the deceit of these hypocrites , behold

Like the flagon , they have the heart of blood ruddy wine like the harp , they are a - twanging . *** When by shewing Thyself me , intoxicated Thou hast made , veiled , sit not

When me , the sweet draught Thou hast given , me , poison cause not to drink . *** The lip of wine - hue and the intoxicated eye , open

For , from desire of Thee , foaming is the ruby wine . *** Of the heart - ardency of Hafiz full of caution be

For a heart like the seething caldron , he hath . ***