Ghazal 419

Than eternal life, union is better
O God, give me that, which is better.

Cut me with a sword, and I said no word,
From foe keeping friend's secret is better.

In this path to die enslaved to the Lord
Than all the world, that Soul is better.

Ask healer of my painful discord
Will this invalid ever get better?

In shade of the spruce, the rose that was floored
Than ruby red blood, its dust is better.

O pious ones, with heavens I'm bored
Than paradise, this garden is better.

O heart, always, in His alley beg and hoard
He, who commands eternity is better.

O youth, with the advice of the old be in accord
Than youthful luck, old wisdom is better.

No eye has seen a gem that soared
That of the pearl of my ear is better.

Though from "Zendeh Rood" elixir of life poured
Than Isfahan, Our Shiraz is better.

Though friend's words sweetness stored
Than those words, Hafiz's is better.