Book in this metre
This page shows only poems in the metre مفعول مفاعیل مفاعیل فعولن (هزج مثمن اخرب مکفوف محذوف).
Ghazaliyat by Hafez, in the metre مفعول مفاعیل مفاعیل فعولن (هزج مثمن اخرب مکفوف محذوف)
O chaste beloved! Who draweth the fastening of the veil of thee? O bird of Paradise! grain and water, who giveth thee?
With fancy for Thee, what desire for wine is ours? To the jar say: “Take thy head; for the jar-house is ruined.”
Without the sun of Thy cheek, light for my day, hath remained not And of my life, save the blackest night, aught hath remained not.
Thanks be to God that the door of the wine-tavern open, is. In such a way that, my face of supplication upon its door is.
The rose is in the bosom; wine in the hand; and the Beloved to my desire, On such a day, the world’s Sultan is my slave.
Who is not fallen into that doubled tress is none ; In whose path is it, that a snare of calamity is none ?
That Bold One of Angel-face who, last night, by me passed, What sin saw He that, by way of sin, He passed?
O Lord! devise a means, whereby in safety my Beloved May come back, and release me from the claw of reproach.
‘Tis a long time; and the Heart-possessor a message sent not; A letter, wrote not; and a salutation, sent not.
Elderly of head, into my head youthful love, hath fallen: And that mystery that, in the heart, I concealed, out hath fallen.
That friend, by whom our house the (happy) dwelling of the Pari was, Head to foot, free from defect, a Pari was.
(O Murshid !) come back; and of my straitened heart, the soul's sincere friend be: Of this consumed one (with love), the reposer of hidden mysteries be.
The world-possessor, defender of the faith) perfect sovereign : Yahya bin Muzaffar, king, just-doer:
If the dust of the sole of my idol's foot give aid ; (With it) on the tablet of vision, a dusty line (whereby my vision may be increased), I will draw :
IF into the curl of Thy two tresses, my hand again should reach, With Thy chaugan, what heads (there are) that like a ball, I shall play.
At the head of the wine-house, the morning-lesson (prayer), aside we have laid In the path of the true Beloved, the in-gathering of prayer, we have placed.
If to us a letter, that perfumed hair (the beloved) had written, The leaf of our existence, the sphere would not have folded up.
People spake, saying : " (In beauty) a second Yusuf thou art ;" When, well, I looked, verily better than that (I had heard) thou art.
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.
