Book in this metre
This page shows only poems in the metre فعلاتن فعلاتن فعلاتن فعلن (رمل مثمن مخبون محذوف).
Ghazaliyat by Hafez, in the metre فعلاتن فعلاتن فعلاتن فعلن (رمل مثمن مخبون محذوف)
My eye, an ocean (of weeping) I make ; to the desert, patience, I cast : And, in this work, my heart into the ocean I cast.
Now, the good counsel of the time I see in that, That, to the wine-house, my chattels I betake ; and happy sit.
In the tavern of the Magians, God's light I see : This wonder, behold ! what the light is ; and where it, I see.
Joyous that day when from this desolate abode (this world), I go : The ease of soul (the true Beloved), I seek : and for the sake of the Beloved I go.
If, from this stage (this world) of travel towards the house (my native land, the next world), I go : When there again I go, wise and learned, I go.
That one (the true Beloved, or the murshid) who, like the (trodden) dust of the path, made me trampled of tyranny, The dust (of the path of His foot) I kiss; and for (the trouble of) His approach, pardon beg.
Not in pursuit of pomp and of pageant, to this door (of the murshid) . we have come : For shelter from ill-fortune, here we have come.
The decision of the Pir of the Magians, I have; and an old saying, it is, That unlawful is wine there, where is neither the friend nor the companion.
Arise ! so that by the wine-house door, an opening (of the heart) we may seek.; In the path of the Friend, may sit; and our purpose seek.
Arise ! so that to the tavern, the sufi-khirka, we may take ; (So that) to the bazar of idle tales, the ragged religious garment and idle talk, we may take.
Friends ! in the rose-season, that best that " for pleasure we strive : " (This) the word of the Pir of the Magians (the murshid) is. With soul, let us listen.
One night, our hand we shall uplift ; and a prayer we shall make. For the grief of separation from Thee, a remedy from some place we shall make.
Evil (of any) we utter not ; inclination to the injustice (of any) we make not : Black, the face of any one ; and blue, our own religious garment, we make not,
Times I have said ; and again I say, That, heart bereft, not of myself, have I gone this Path (of love).
O Lord ! that musky (fragrant) deer (my beloved), back to Khutan (safely), cause to reach ; And back to the sward that straight, moving, cypress, cause to reach.
The Shah of those box-tree of stature, Khusrau of those sweet of mouth, Who, with His eye-lash, the centre (of an army) all rank-shatterers, shattereth,
Than the thought of wine and of the cup, more pleasant- what will be ? Let us see the end - what will be.
On the rank of profligates keep casting a glance better than this ; To the door of the wine-house establish a thorough-fare better than this.
The green expanse of sky, I beheld ; and the sickle (the crescent) of the new moon ; To me, recollection came of my own sown-field ; and of the time of reaping (the judgment-day).
(O beloved !) suddenly, thy veil thou up-castedest. - This is what ? Intoxicated, forth from the house, thou hastenedest. - This is what?
O thou that, with the long trailing tress, hast come ! Thine be leisure ; for, (with love) pitying the distraught, thou hast come.
Last night, to the door of the wine-house, I went, sleep stained The khirka wet of skirt, and the prayer-mat, wine stained
O thou that, in the tavern-street, thy dwelling hast ! The Jamshid of thy own time, thou art, if, on the cup, thy hand thou hast.
O thou that lawful, the separation of lovers holdest; (And) apart from thy bosom, lovers holdest !
Tis a time when expectant, us thou keepest; , Not in the way of others, thy slaves, thou keepest.
In fruitlessness and lustfulness, passed my life : O son ! me, the cup of wine, give, so that to old age thou mayst reach.
'Tis the fresh spring. In this strive that joyous of heart thou mayst be : For, again, blossometh many a rose when in the clay (of the grave) thou shall be.
O heart! that moment when, intoxicated with wine rose of hue, thou art Without gold and treasure, with a hundred pomps of Karun thou art.
(O Saki!) of that (pure) wine of love (for God) whereby matured becometh every immature one, Although it is the month of Ramazan (so that I may escape-from this immatureness and to matureness, attain) bring a great cup.
God, I praise for the justice of the great Sultan Ahmad bin Shaikh Uvais bin Hasan Ilkhani.
O thou who, in our slaughter, mercy exercisest not Profit and capital, thou consumest ; manliness, thou showest not.
This my subtlety, hear that, free from grief, thyself thou mayst make; "Blood (of grief) thou drinkest, if search for victuals, not placed (intended for thee), thou makest."
Perchance, with desire (of khilvat) by the marge of a pool, thou sittest not, If not, every calamity, that thou experiencest, all thou experiences! from self-seeingness.
O Saki ! 'tis the shade of the cloud, and spring, and the stream-bank ; I say not, do what. Of the men of heart (Sufis), thou art. Do thou thyself say.
In the morning, the invisible speaker of the wine-house with fortune-wishing, Said : " (O Hafiz!) come back ; for an old friend of this court thou art."
Not, in all the cloisters of the magians, is like me a distraught one (In) one place, the khirka (my existence is) the pledge for wine ; the book (the heart in) another place.
