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when his (the true beloved's) tress, ambergris-diffusing, the breeze (fate and destiny) dishevelled,
Every shattered one, with whom it joined, his life fresh became.

A fellow-breather is where so that (to him) explanation of my grief, I may give
From the time of separation from Him, what (torments) my heart endureth.

Of the leaves of the rose (the limbs of man), time made a token of Thy face (O true beloved!)
But (on looking well), through shame of Thee, concealed it (man) in the rosebud (the closed tomb).

Thou asleep; and no limit appeared the see of love
Thanks be to God for this Path (of love) that hath no end!

Perchance, the beauty of the Ka'ba (the true beloved) desireth excuse (for want of union) of the way-farer (to the Ka'ba (Kaaba));
For, in its desert, consumed the soul of those alive of heart (lovers of God).

To this shattered house of sorrow (the lover's body), who bringeth.
From the pit of the chin trace of the Yusuf (Hebrew form of Joseph) of the heart?

That tress-tip (the world of evidence, or this world), I take; and it to the khwaja's hand, I give.
That, perchance, my justice from its hands he may take (and, holding me excused, may not drive me away).

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چو برشكست صبا زلف عنبر افشانش
به هر شكسته كه پيوست، تازه شد جانش.

بگيرم آن سر زلف و به دست خواجه دهم
كه سوخت حافظ بيدل ز مكر و دستانش