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Ghazaliyat by Hafez, in the Ghazal form
On the day of judgment, thee the sky happily aided ; Let us see thanks, how thou mayst offer; in thanks, what thou mayst bring.
For the sake of love's existence are man and Pari, A little (pure) desire, show, so that a great happiness (in attaining to true love) thou mayst achieve.
O thou that art ever proud of thyself If love be not thine, excused thou art.
From the street of the friend (the perfect murshid), came the fragrant breeze of the nau-ruz (guidance in the Path to God) ; From this breeze, if them desire aid, the lamp of the heart, thou mayest kindle.
In fruitlessness and lustfulness, passed my life : O son ! me, the cup of wine, give, so that to old age thou mayst reach.
'Tis the fresh spring. In this strive that joyous of heart thou mayst be : For, again, blossometh many a rose when in the clay (of the grave) thou shall be.
Efforts, a thousand, I made that, my (true) Beloved, Thou shouldst be; (That) the desire-giver of my sorrowful heart, Thou shouldst be.
O heart! that moment when, intoxicated with wine rose of hue, thou art Without gold and treasure, with a hundred pomps of Karun thou art.
With this beauteous writing that on the rose of thy cheek thou drawest, On the page (leaf) of the rose, and of the rose-bed, the line (of effacement) thou drawest.
Since my Sulaima went to 'Irak. Through love for her, I meet with what I meet with, (the pain of separation).
The tale of my desire, I wrote ; and weeping was my eye: Come ; for, through sorrowfulness without thee, I am ready to die.
O mouth, thou resembleth a casket of pearls ! O Lord ! around thy face, how fit became the line of a new moon ?
The salutation of God as long as nights recur (till the judgment day) ; And as long as the lutes of two, or three, strings respond (to each other ; or to the singer)
As my love (so) the work of Thy beauty took a great perfection ; Happy be on this account that, this beauty (of love and of form) hath not (even) a little decline.
One morning to the garden I went a rose to pluck, Suddenly, came to my ear the clamour of a bulbul.
This khirka that I have in pledge for wine best ; This meaningless book immersed in pure wine (of ma'rifat) best.
(O Saki!) of that (pure) wine of love (for God) whereby matured becometh every immature one, Although it is the month of Ramazan (so that I may escape-from this immatureness and to matureness, attain) bring a great cup.
From me, the beggar, to kings, who taketh a message, Saying: "In the street of the wine-sellers, (they sell) two thousand (mighty) Jamshids for a single cup of wine."
Came the breeze giving fragrance of Hima (the abode of the beloved) ; and my desire increased : Be my precious life a ransom for the dust of the Friend's door.
Alas ! full, full of pain is my heart, a plaister ! God ! through loneliness, to (giving up) life my heart hath come; a companion !
To me, from the heart-ravisher who will convey the kindness (of a letter) of a pen? The foot-man of the wind is where, if he still doeth a kindness?
God, I praise for the justice of the great Sultan Ahmad bin Shaikh Uvais bin Hasan Ilkhani.
Time consider plunder to that degree that thou canst ; O soul ! the out-come of life is (only) this moment if thou knowest.
(O true Beloved !) Thy well-wisher, I am, and (this) I know that Thou knowest ; For, both the un-seen, Thou seest; and also the un-written (by fate), Thou readest.
People spake, saying : " (In beauty) a second Yusuf thou art ;" When, well, I looked, verily better than that (I had heard) thou art.
Breeze of the morning of happiness ! for that trace that thou knowest, To a certain one's street, pass at that time that thou knowest.
Two friends (holy travellers) good of understanding, and of old wine a quantity, two " mans,' A little leisure, and a book, and a sward-corner.
Drink the cup of the wine of unity of a " man ;" So that, by it grief's root, up from the heart, thou mayst pluck.
Tis morning; and, droppeth hail from the cloud of (the winter-month) Bahman : The requisites of the morning cup, prepare ; and give a cup of one ' man.'
O thou who, in our slaughter, mercy exercisest not Profit and capital, thou consumest ; manliness, thou showest not.
This my subtlety, hear that, free from grief, thyself thou mayst make; "Blood (of grief) thou drinkest, if search for victuals, not placed (intended for thee), thou makest."
O heart ! in the Beloved's street, passing thou makest not ; The chattels of conjunction, thou hast ; and a work thou doest not.
In the morning time, a way-farer, on the confines of a land, Kept saying this enigma to a companion :
Perchance, with desire (of khilvat) by the marge of a pool, thou sittest not, If not, every calamity, that thou experiencest, all thou experiences! from self-seeingness.
O Saki ! 'tis the shade of the cloud, and spring, and the stream-bank ; I say not, do what. Of the men of heart (Sufis), thou art. Do thou thyself say.
From the cypress-hough, in Pahlavi shout, the bulbul, Last night, the lesson of the stages of spirituality (the Masnavi of Jalalu-d-Din Rumi) kept saying :
O thou void of news (of love) ! strive that the master of news, thou mayst be : So long as way-farer thou art not, road-guide how (is it that) thou mayst be ?
In the morning, the invisible speaker of the wine-house with fortune-wishing, Said : " (O Hafiz!) come back ; for an old friend of this court thou art."
O them, in whose face (are) revealed the splendours of sovereignty; And, in whose thought, (are) concealed divine philosophies !
Not, in all the cloisters of the magians, is like me a distraught one (In) one place, the khirka (my existence is) the pledge for wine ; the book (the heart in) another place.
In my eye, the eye-brow of one moon of form, I have made ; The fancy of one fresh of down, I have pictured a place.
A salutation, like the pleasant perfume of friendship, To that man of the eye of light :
O king of the lovely (the beloved) ones of the world ! for grief of being alone, justice ! Without Thee, to the soul, my heart hath come. Tis the time when thou shouldst come back; (and me safety, give).
O heart! if, from that pit of the chin (of the true Beloved), thou comest forth, Everywhere that thou goest, quickly regretful, thou comest forth.
"Wine, demand ; rose-scattering, make ; from time, what seekest thou ?" Thus, at morn, to the bulbul spake the rose. What sayest thou ?
