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This page shows only poems in the metre مفعول فاعلات مفاعیل فاعلن (مضارع مثمن اخرب مکفوف محذوف).
Ghazaliyat by Hafez, in the metre مفعول فاعلات مفاعیل فاعلن (مضارع مثمن اخرب مکفوف محذوف)
A hundred times, before the dust of Thy foot, our face we have placed, Hypocrisy and dissimulation, aside we have placed.
Permit us to pass by the highway of the tavern ; For, for a draught, in need of this (tavern-) door, we are all.
O Sufi ! come ; the khirka of hypocrisy, off we will draw : On (across) the head of this picture of hypocrisy, the cancelling line, we will draw
O Thou, whose face, moon in appearance, (is) the fresh spring of beauty; Whose mole and down (are), the centre of grace, and the circle of beauty !
(O Beloved !) for Thy rose-leaf (ruddy face), of the musky (fragrant) hyacinth (the tress), the veil make ; That is Thy face conceal ; and a world ruined make.
O Saki ! 'tis the morn (of youth) ; full of wine (of divine knowledge), a goblet make: The sky's revolution delayeth not ; haste make.
O light of my eye (the holy traveller) ! a matter there is, hear : "Since thy cup (of love for God) is full ; cause others to drink; and thyself drink.
One lofty of stature, bold, picture-player of mine Made short the tale (of renown) of the long austerity of mine.
The beloved said : " Forth, thou wentest for the spectacle of the new (crescent) moon : " Thine, be shame of my (crescent) moon eye-brows (that are more glorious) ; go!
O Thou (that hast) the (resplendent) sun, the mirror-holder of the beauty of Thine; (And) the musk (dark fragrant) tress, the censer-circulator of the (dark) mole of Thine !
O thou (that hast) the blood-price of the (precious) musk-pod of Chin, the dust of the path of thine ; (And) the sun, cherished in the shade of the border of the cap of thine !
The down (the world's up-springing) of the true Beloved's cheek, eclipsed is the moon by which, Is a joyous ring; but path is none out from it.
messenger of the true ones (sincere lovers) ! news of our Beloved utter: To the bulbul, song-singing (the lover), the state of the rose (the Beloved), utter.
O beloved ! separate from me, be not ; for, the light of my eye thou art : The ease of soul and the friend of the heart-distraught one.
Saki ! come ; for the goblet of the tulip hath become full of wine : Mutterings, how long? raving words till when ?
O thou, of whose street, (only) a tale is the tale of paradise ; And of whose face, (only) a sign is the description of the beauty of the Hur.
Last night, in sleep, I saw that forth, a great moon had come, From the reflection of the face whereof, to an end, the night of separation had come.
On the day of judgment, thee the sky happily aided ; Let us see thanks, how thou mayst offer; in thanks, what thou mayst bring.
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.
One morning to the garden I went a rose to pluck, Suddenly, came to my ear the clamour of a bulbul.
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 heart ! in the Beloved's street, passing thou makest not ; The chattels of conjunction, thou hast ; and a work thou doest not.
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 ?
