Ghazaliyat
God forbid that, in the rose-season, wine, I should abandon : Of reason, I boast; this work how should I do?
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.
Love for the lovely one and for the cup, I abandon not. A hundred times, repentance, I made, (and broke it) ; again (repentance) I make not.
A thousand breaches in my faith, with Thy dark eye-lashes, Thou hast made: Come, so that, out (of my heart) on account of Thy sick (languishing) eye, a thousand pains, (of mine) I may pluck.
Now, the good counsel of the time I see in that, That, to the wine-house, my chattels I betake ; and happy sit.
If, from my hand, there arise (the chance) that with my heart-possessor I may sit, From the cup of fortune (of His face), I drink wine ; and, from the garden of union (with Him), pluck the rose (of profit).
In the tavern of the Magians, God's light I see : This wonder, behold ! what the light is ; and where it, I see.
Time's grief whereof limit none, I see, The remedy whereof, save wine like this, none, 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.
Obtained was the sight (of the true Beloved) and the kiss, and the embrace also : To fortune, thanks I owe ; and to time, also.
From the (true) Beloved, is my pain ; and my remedy, also: A sacrifice for Him, became my heart, and my life, also.
Heart given from the hand, lovers, void of grief, intoxicated, (selfless and powerless), we are : Fellow-associate of love, boon-companions of the cup of wine, we are.
A hundred times, before the dust of Thy foot, our face we have placed, Hypocrisy and dissimulation, aside we have placed.
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.
The eye (of expectation) of friendship from friends we had : Verily, 'twas mistake that which we thought.
From us, wherefore seeketh thou peace, when, to the intoxicated, an invitation we uttered : At the revolution of thy intoxicated eye, farewell to safety we uttered.
At the head of the wine-house, the morning-lesson (prayer), aside we have laid In the path of the true Beloved, the in-gathering of prayer, 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.
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.
(O murshid !) come ; sq that the rose (of ease and of pleasure) we may scatter, and, into the cup (of existence ; or of the heart), the wine (of love and of divine knowledge) cast, (By our inward strength) the roof of the sky we rend ; and (to the height of another heaven) a new way, cast.
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
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,
Happy is my head : and with loud shout, I speak ; Saying : " Life's breeze from the cup (of the wine of unity) I seek."
Times I have said ; and again I say, That, heart bereft, not of myself, have I gone this Path (of love).
Although, apparently, the slaves of the King are we, (By weeping and wailing), Kings of the country of the morning (when prayers are answered) are we.
To the shattered one, when thou comest, the Fatiha recite : Thy lip, open : for life to the dead, the ruby of thy lip giveth.
As much as my grief (of love) to the physicians, I uttered, (Me) the wretched stranger they remedied not.
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.
(O true Beloved!) for God's sake, with khirka-wearers (hypocrites), little sit ; From resourceless profligates (inwardly pure and clean) Thy face, conceal not.
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,
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.
Like the rose, momently, by thy fragrance, the garment of my body, Rent, I make from collar to skirt.
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 !
Than the thought of wine and of the cup, more pleasant- what will be ? Let us see the end - what will be.
Knowest thou what fortune is? 'Tis beholding the sight of the (true) Beloved : In His street, beggary to royalty preferring.
That one, am I who am renowned for love-playing; Not that one, am I who have stained my eye with ill seeing.
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 true Beloved!) by the door enter; and our chamber luminous make : The air of the assembly of souls perfumed - 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.
(O beloved !) glance make ; and the market of enchantment shatter ; With the glance of splendour, the face of the (enchanter) Samiri, shatter,
One lofty of stature, bold, picture-player of mine Made short the tale (of renown) of the long austerity of mine.
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