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This page shows only poems in the metre مفاعلن فعلاتن مفاعلن فعلن (مجتث مثمن مخبون محذوف).
Ghazaliyat by Hafez, in the metre مفاعلن فعلاتن مفاعلن فعلن (مجتث مثمن مخبون محذوف)
O heart! Consume. For deeds thy consuming maketh: The repelling of a hundred calamities, the midnight supplication maketh.
For profligacy and love, my censure that foolish one maketh; Who, on the mysteries of men of hidden knowledge, criticism maketh.
The slave of thy intoxicated eye, crown-possessors are: Undone with the wine of Thy ruby lip, sensible ones are.
Wine without adulteration and the Saki pleasing are two snares of the Path, From whose noose, (even) the wise ones of the world escape not.
O Lord! in the street of the wine-house (the corner of Hafiz's heart), in the morning (the end of youth, the beginning of old age), what tumult (of zikr), that was : For, the clamour of the lovely one, and of the Saki (the form of God that, at the beginning of zikr is the spectacle-place of zakirs) ; and of the candle, and of the fire-grate (the fervour of divine lights, and the descending of endless bounties) was.
Now that from non-existence to existence into the sward (the world, the field of this, and of the next, world) hath come the rose (man) And, at its foot, the violet in homage hath laid its head,
When I place my hand on the tip of His tress, in wrath He goeth : If I seek concord, with a head (full) of rebuke, He goeth.
O happy that heart that, ever, after the illusory goeth not, To every door whereto they call him not, without notice (invitation) he goeth not.
If the heart draw me to musky wine, it befitteth : For, from austerity and hypocrisy, the perfume of goodness cometh not.
O how happy the time when the Beloved cometh back. When to the desire of the grief-stricken, the grief-consoler cometh back !
The breath (of life) issued; and forth from thee, my desire (of union) cometh not. Clamour ! for, forth from sleep, my fortune cometh not.
On account of the new moon (of the 'id), on the eye-brow of the 'id, the world drew indigo (applied kuhl) On (in) the (curved) eye-brow of the beloved, the new (crescent) moon it is proper to see.
Arrived the glad news that come hath spring; and up-sprung the verdure : If the allowance arrive, its expenditure will be the rose and wine.
O dear friends ! of the friend of the night,- bring ye to mind : The duties of sincere service, bring ye to mind.
Come for the standard of Mansur, the King - hath arrived. To the sun and the moon, the joyous news of victory with glad tidings hath arrived.
O intimate friends (the crowd of lovers)! from the (true) Beloved's (black) tress, the knot (the forbidder of glories) open make ye Happy is such a night ! it, with this union (with the tress), long make ye.
O breeze (murshid) ! thy passing by the dwelling of the (true) Beloved, keep not back : For the wretched lover (Hafiz), news of Him (the true Beloved) keep not back.
A piece of advice, I make thee ; listen ; make no excuse : "Whatever the kind admonisher saith to thee, accept."
Thanks a thousand, that, again, to my desire, I beheld thee, In truth and purity, concordant with my heart, become.
Who, for the sight of the (true) Beloved, opened my eye, that one am I : O work-door, slave -cherisher ! what thanks to Thee, shall I utter ?
(O true Beloved!) come, so that, in my shattered (and grief-stricken) heart, power may enter again : Come so that, in my dead body, life may enter again.
(O true Beloved !) come ; and, upon the river of wine, our boat-shaped wine-cup cast : Into the soul of the shaikh (the old) and of the youth, shouting and howling, (in envy thereof) cast.
Ravished is my heart by one like a singing girl, clamour-exciter, False of promise, slayer by nature, and colour (of deceit) mixer.
O heart! the companion of thy journey, fortune, well-wishing, (is) for thee enough : The footman of the path, the breeze of the garden of Shiraz (is), for thee enough.
If thou be the compassionate friend, true of covenant, be: The companion of the closet (in grief) ; and of the hot bath and of the rose-garden (in ease) be.
In the (spring) season of the tulip (the murshid), the cup take; and void of hypocrisy be : With the perfume of the red rose (of 'Irak), a moment concordant with the breeze (the murshid) be.
When His (the true Beloved's) tress, ambergris-diffusing, the breeze (fate and destiny) dishevelled, Every shattered one, with whom it (the breeze) joined, his life fresh became.
At morn, from the invisible messenger, to my ear reached the glad tidings : " Tis the age of Shah Shuja ' (the soul) ; wine (love's tumult), boldly drink !"
Affrighted, became my heart; and careless, I, the darvish, am, As to what hath happened, to that (great) bewildered prey (my heart).
By the pomp of the world-kindling fortune of Shah Shuja, I swear that, for the sake of wealth and of rank, strife was mine with none.
In the morning for the perfume of the rose, I kept going into the rose-garden; So that, like the bulbul heart-bereft, remedy for my brain, I might make.
The reed's tongue hath no desire for the explanation of separation : If not, to thee, I give the explanation of the tale of separation.
The abode of peace, unalloyed wine, and the kind companion, If ever attainable these be to thee, O excellent the grace of God !
(O murshid !) if wine them drink, pour a draught on the dust (the sons of dusty Adam): The sin, wherein an advantage to the stranger reacheth, what fear.
If design for my destruction, thousands of enemies (Shaitans, intent upon leading one astray) make, If thou (O perfect murshid !) be my friend (and aider), of enemies, I have no fear.
The breeze of love's perfume, I perceived ; and, expectant of the flashing of the lightning of union, became : O (cool) breeze of the north ! come : for, for the perfume of thy body, I die !
(Even as) in the rose-season (the time of manifestations ; of glories of mysteries) of repentance of wine (love), I became ashamed, (So) of un-upright conduct (abandoning wine-drinking), let none be ashamed.
If, to Thy street, the power of arriving be mine, By the fortune of union with Thee, to foundation arriveth my work.
Beyond limit this that from my hand, went religion and knowledge, Come, say what joy from love for Thee, I established ?
Like the morning (of laughing forehead) Thou art; and the candle of the chamber of the morning, I am : Smile ; and behold how (for Thee) my soul, I surrender.
At the time of the evening-prayer of strangers when weeping I begin, With moans like a stranger, my tale, I compose.
In the pursuit of the desire of visiting my own (native) Land, why should I not be ? The dust of the head of my (true) Beloved's street, why should I not be ?
When to the rose-bed of the eye, passeth the fancy of Thy face, For the sake of beholding Thee, cometh the heart to the window of the eye.
The dust of my body is the veil of the (true) Beloved's face ; O happy that moment when from off this face, the veil I cast!
In the morning, with the desire of repentance (to my heart), I said : " I seek the counsel of God," Spring, repentance-shatterer, arriveth : what remedy may I make ?
Time's grief whereof limit none, I see, The remedy whereof, save wine like this, none, I see.
Happy is my head : and with loud shout, I speak ; Saying : " Life's breeze from the cup (of the wine of unity) I seek."
Joy-exciting and repentance-shattering became the spring and the rose : With the joy of the face of the rose, grief's root from the heart up-pluck.
That one, am I who am renowned for love-playing; Not that one, am I who have stained my eye with ill seeing.
(O true Beloved!) by the door enter; and our chamber luminous make : The air of the assembly of souls perfumed - make.
