Ghazaliyat by Hafez, in the metre مفاعلن فعلاتن مفاعلن فعلن (مجتث مثمن مخبون محذوف)

غزل شمارهٔ 399–کرشمه‌ای کن و بازار ساحری بشکن

(O beloved !) glance make ; and the market of enchantment shatter ; With the glance of splendour, the face of the (enchanter) Samiri, shatter,

غزل شمارهٔ 403–شراب لعل‌کش و روی مه‌جبینان بین

Ruby wine (love for the true Beloved) drink; and the face of those moon of forehead (Arifs of God) - behold : Contrary to the religious order of those (Abids, and Zahids, outward worshippers), the beauty of these (the Arifs of God) behold.

غزل شمارهٔ 405–به جان پیر خرابات و حق صحبت او

By the soul of the Pir of the tavern ; and by (my) gratitude for the favour of his, (I swear) that, in my head, is naught save desire of service of his

غزل شمارهٔ 416–خنک نسیم معنبر شمامه‌ای دل‌خواه

Happy (is) the breeze, ambergris be-perfumed, a perfumed pastile, desired of heart, That, in desire of thee, arose early the morning !

غزل شمارهٔ 421–درِ سرایِ مغان رُفته بود و آب‌زده

The door (threshold) of the magians' house was swept and water-sprinkled : (At the door) the Pir sat, and to old and to young, salutation gave.

غزل شمارهٔ 427–چراغ روی تو را شمع گشت پروانه

غزل شمارهٔ 430–به صوتِ بُلبُل و قُمری اگر نَنوشی مِی

If to the voice of the bulbul and of the turtle-dove, wine thou drink not; Thee, how may I cure? The last remedy is the cautery.

غزل شمارهٔ 441–چه بودی ار دل آن ماه مهربان بودی؟

If, kind (on our state), the heart of that Beloved had been, how well it would have been ; For, if (kind) like that, He had been, not like this our state would have been.

غزل شمارهٔ 442–به جان او که گرم دسترس به جان بودی

By His (the true Beloved's) soul I swear that if power of (sacrificing) my life had been, The humble offering of His slave, it would have been.

غزل شمارهٔ 443–چو سرو اگر بخرامی دمی به گلزاری

If, like the (lofty) cypress, a moment thou move in a rose-garden, In envy of thy face, every rose suffereth a thorn.

غزل شمارهٔ 445–تو را که هر چه مراد است در جهان داری

(O Beloved!) Thou whose purpose in the world whatever it be, Thou hast; Of the state of the feeble and of the powerless, what grief (is it that) Thou hast ?

غزل شمارهٔ 446–صبا تو نکهت آن زلف مشک بو داری

O breeze ! the perfume of that musk-scented tress thou hast ; As the token, thou stayest ; for its perfume thou hast.

غزل شمارهٔ 452–طُفیلِ هستیِ عشقند آدمیّ و پَری

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.

غزل شمارهٔ 457–هزار جهد بکردم که یار من باشی

Efforts, a thousand, I made that, my (true) Beloved, Thou shouldst be; (That) the desire-giver of my sorrowful heart, Thou shouldst be.

غزل شمارهٔ 461–کَتَبتُ قِصَّةَ شَوقی و مَدمَعی باکی

The tale of my desire, I wrote ; and weeping was my eye: Come ; for, through sorrowfulness without thee, I am ready to die.

غزل شمارهٔ 471–ز دلبرم که رساند نوازش قلمی

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?

غزل شمارهٔ 477–دو یار زیرک و از بادهٔ کهن دو منی

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.

غزل شمارهٔ 491–به چَشْم کَرْدِه‌ام اَبْرویِ ماه‌سیمایی

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.