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This page shows only poems in the metre مفاعیلن مفاعیلن مفاعیلن مفاعیلن (هزج مثمن سالم).
Ghazaliyat by Hafez, in the metre مفاعیلن مفاعیلن مفاعیلن مفاعیلن (هزج مثمن سالم)
Ho! O Saki, pass around and offer the bowl: For love at first appeared easy, but difficulties have occurred.
If that Bold One of Shiraz gain our heart, For His dark mole, I will give Samarkand and Bukhara.
Ever intoxicated keepeth me the waft of air of the tress-curl of Thine. Momently ruined maketh me the deceit of the eye of sorcery of Thine.
Plant the tree of friendship, that, to fruit, the heart’s desire bringeth: Up-pluck the bush of enmity, that countless troubles bringeth.
I have an idol that, the canopy of the hyacinth around the rose hath: A line in the blood of the Arghavan, the spring of his cheek hath.
Every one, who, his heart collected and the beloved acceptable hath, Happiness became his fellow-companion; and fortune, his fellow-sitter, he hath.
At morning time, a perfume from the Beloved’s tress, the breeze brought: Into action, our heart distraught for Thee brought.
Save the love of those moon of face, a path my heart taketh not: To it, in every way, I give counsel; but it kindleth not.
A world altogether, to pass life a single moment in grief is not worth: For wine, sell our ragged religious garment; for more than this it is not worth.
In the morning when, his standard on the mountainous lands, the Khosro of the east pitched, With the hand of mercy, the door of hopeful ones, my beloved beat;
As for me, out of my head, love for those dark of eye will not go: This is the sky’s decree; and other way, it will not be.
Those of lily perfume cause grief’s dust to sit when they sit: Patience from the heart, those of Angel-face take when they strive.
Bitter (strong) wine, whose power is man-overthrowing, I desire : Perchance, a moment, from the world and its iniquity and clamour, I may rest.
The water-bank, and the willow-root and the poetic nature and a friend, happy A companion, the sweet heart-ravisher, and the Saki, rose of cheek, happy.
Me, Thou beholdest ; and, in a moment, my pain, greater Thou makest ; Thee, I behold ; and momently my inclination for Thee greater becometh.
With the true Beloved, a covenant is mine that : " As long as in body, life I have : " The well-wishers of His street, (dear) like my own (precious) life I hold."
A thousand breaches in my faith, with Thy dark eye-lashes, Thou hast made: Come, so that, out (of my heart) on account of Thy sick (languishing) eye, a thousand pains, (of mine) I may pluck.
If, from my hand, there arise (the chance) that with my heart-possessor I may sit, From the cup of fortune (of His face), I drink wine ; and, from the garden of union (with Him), pluck the rose (of profit).
From us, wherefore seeketh thou peace, when, to the intoxicated, an invitation we uttered : At the revolution of thy intoxicated eye, farewell to safety we uttered.
(O murshid !) come ; sq that the rose (of ease and of pleasure) we may scatter, and, into the cup (of existence ; or of the heart), the wine (of love and of divine knowledge) cast, (By our inward strength) the roof of the sky we rend ; and (to the height of another heaven) a new way, cast.
Mine is an eye, blood-shedding on account of the eye of that bow eyebrow ; Full of tumult will become the world on account of that eye, and of that eyebrow.
In the morning, to the breeze, I uttered the tale of my longing ; The address (of reply) came saying: "A relier be on the favours of Lordship."
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.
(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.
