Consider me not at leisure for, like the Dawn, or the Sun's pleasure
My Liberality without measure is but Love's thriftless treasure
Which, like the indigence of which the prodigal's hand is proud,
Can but refresh the boutonnière wound of its shroud
fāriġh mujhe nah jān kih mānind-e ṣubḥ-o-mihr
hai dāġh-e ʿishq zīnat-e jeb-e kafan hanūz
hai nāz-e muflisāñ zar-e az-dast-raftah par
hūñ gul-farosh-e shoḳhī-e dāġh-e kuhan hanūz
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