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This page shows only poems in the metre فاعلاتن فاعلاتن فاعلاتن فاعلن (رمل مثمن محذوف).
Ghazaliyat by Hafez, in the metre فاعلاتن فاعلاتن فاعلاتن فاعلن (رمل مثمن محذوف)
Last night from the Masjed towards the wine tavern our Pir came: O friends of the Path! after this, what is our plan?
O! the splendor of the moon-beauty from the illumined face of Thine! The lustre of beauteousness from the chin-dimple of Thine!
I said: “O Sultan of lovely ones! show pity to this poor stranger.” He said: “In the desire of his own heart, loseth his way the wretched stranger.”
What men of our closed circle call “the Night of Power” to-night is. O Lord! from what constellation, this effect of fortune is?
The court of the garden is joy-giving; and the society of friends, pleasant; Pleasant, be the time of the rose, whereby the time of wine-drinkers is pleasant.
Welcome! O Messenger of the Longing Ones, give the message of the Friend. That, with the essence of pleasure, I may make my soul a sacrifice for the Friend.
The Zahed, outward worshipper! Of our state, knowledge is none. In respect of us, whatever he saith, room for abhorrence is none.
A nightingale had a rose-leaf, pleasant of hue in his beak, And, on that leaf and pleasant food, bitter lamentation held.
If from the hand of Thy musky tress, a fault passed, it passed: And, if against us from Thy dark mole, an act of tyranny passed, it passed.
My Lord! sweetly, Thou goest in so much that in Thee, head to foot (altogether) I die : My Bold One ! sweetly, Thou movest ; before Thee, I die.
Friendship in none, I perceive. To friends what hath happened? Friendship ended when? To friends what hath happened?
The admonishers who, in the prayer-arch and the pulpit, grandeur make, When into their chamber they go, that work of another kind they make.
(O true Beloved !) before this, more than this, thine, thought of (thy) lover was : Thy (great) love-display to us, the talk of climes was.
In the morning-time, me the opportunity of drinking one or two cups (of manifestations of glories) had befallen : And into my palate from the lip of the SakI (whose quality is discourse), wine delight-giving had fallen.
In eternity without beginning, endowed with the bounty of fortune (love for God), whoever is The cup of his desire, to eternity without end, the fellow-companion of his soul is.
Come up hath the cloud azar ; and blown hath the breeze of nau-ruz : The way of wine, I desire ; and the minstrel who singeth hath arrived.
Back to Kin'an, lost Yusuf cometh : suffer not grief : One day, the sorrowful cell becometh the rose-garden : suffer not grief.
Through desire of thy lip, forth cometh not my desire yet In the hope of the cup of thy ruby (lip), a dreg-drinker am I yet.
O breeze ! if by the bank of the river Araxes, thou pass, Upon the dust of that valley, a kiss express ; and thy breath (from the perfumed dust) musky make.
The gardener (the holy traveller) if, for a space of five days, (a life-time), the society of the rose (the true Beloved) is necessary for him, Against the tyranny of the thorn of separation, the patience of the (patient) bulbul is necessary for him.
Last night, to me, a mystery-knower, keen of sense, secretly spake, Saying : " Concealed from thee, one cannot hold the mystery of the wine-seller."
In constancy of love for Thee, renowned of the lovely ones I am like the candle ; Night-sitter in the street of head (life-) players and of profligates, I am like the candle.
Love-playing and youthfulness ; and wine of ruby hue (love) ; The assembly (of love) kindly, and the companion concordant, and ever the drinking of wine (love's bounties) :
Not that profligate am I that abandoning of the (true) Beloved and of the cup I make : An act like this, the muhtasib knoweth seldom do I make.
Last night, I said : " Out from my head, the passion for His face I will put." He (the true Beloved) said : " The chain where, that the arrangement (of binding) this distraught one, I may make ?"
For a long time past, in the tavern (of love, of manifestations, of glories), service (in {rue love to God, in manifestations, and in fearful contemplation), I have been doing : In the garment of poverty (as a fakir), the work of people of fortune (those joined to God), I keep doing.
Displayed from the garden border hath become the diadem of the Sultan, the rose (the true Beloved) : O Lord ! to the cypress and the jessamine (disciples and lovers of the Path), its arrival happy be !
When (to reach His skirt) the dust of His path, I become, His skirt He shaketh from me : If I say: "(In love), my heart, return," His face, He turneth from me,
A heart-alluring subtlety, I utter, "The mole of that one moon of face, behold. " Bound with the chain of that tress, my reason and soul behold,"
O thou (that hast) the kaba of sovereignty, true to the stature- of thine; Decoration (hath) the crown and the seal-ring from the lofty jewel of thine.
O thou that, on the moon (of thy radiant face), the veil of musky hair castest, Kindness, thou didst ; on the sun (thy effulgent face, so that from love's fire, lovers should not consume) a shade thou castest.
Alas ! full, full of pain is my heart, a plaister ! God ! through loneliness, to (giving up) life my heart hath come; a companion !
