IV115

We did not reach this gate to find fame or glory,
We're resorting to it out of suffering and worries.

We come from nothing, to the house of Love.
We've come down from paradise on this long pilgrimage.

We've watched Allah's glory from paradise,
And have come to share in His glory.

In paradise there is the greatest prize,
What need is there for help from Kings?

O rescuing ship! Drop your anchor of grace,
We are sinking with sin in Allah's sea of mercy.

O sin-removing cloud pour your rain down!
My record will remain black until eternity.

Hafiz! Throw away your sufi cloak,
Follow this caravan with the light of your sighing.

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