786 19 In our game of sight, the ignorant are astonished I am such as I have shown, but they know The wise are the compass point of existence, but Love knows that they wander in this circle The reflection of His face is not my only sight The moon and the sun turn this mirror Our covenant is with the lips of the sweet-mouthed ones We are all servants and this people are Gods We are bankrupt and have a taste for wine and singing Oh, if only the woolen cloak were not pawned The connection of the sun does not reach the blind moth In which mirror, the experts are astonished The boast of love and the curse of a lover is a boast of lies Such lovers deserve to be abandoned May your black eye learn work And not everyone can be drunk and drunk If only The resting place of the souls, the wind is your scent The intellect and soul of the essence of existence are to be offered The ascetic does not understand the meaning of the Hafiz, what happened? The devil fled from the people who recite the Quran If they become aware of our thoughts, the Mughbachis After this Sufi robe, they will not be held hostage 786 19