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Ghazaliyat by Hafez, in audio recordings by افسر آریا
Come; for plunder of the tray of fasting, the Turk of the sky hath made: Hint at the circulation of the cup, the new crescent moon hath made.
With the luminous liquid of wine, an Aref purification made, Early in the morning when, to the wine-house, visit he made.
The Sufi laid the snare; and open, the cover of his box, made. With the sky sorcery-playing, the structure of deceit, he made.
A nightingale drank the blood of the liver, and gained a rose: With a hundred thorns, perturbed his heart, the wind of, envy made.
Like the wind, resolution of the head of the Beloved’s street, I will make: By His pleasant perfume, my own breath, musk-raining, I will make.
Into the curve of that doubled tress, the hand one cannot put: Reliance on Thy covenant and the morning breeze, one cannot make.
My heart from me, He took; concealed from me, His face, Lie made: For God’s sake! with whom can this sport be made?
On her path, I laid my face; and by me passing, she made not. I hoped for a hundred kindnesses; yet one glance, she made not.
Friends! repentance of veiledness, the daughter of the vine made: To the Mohtaseb she went; and by permission the work made.
At the head of Jamshid’s cup, at that time thy glance, thou canst make, When the dust of the wine-house, the collyrium of thy eye, thou canst make.
I know not what is the intoxication that to us its face hath brought: Who is the cup-bearer? This wine, whence hath he brought?
Last night, news to me the messenger of the morning wind brought, Saying: “To shortness, its face, the day of labor and of grief hath brought.”
When my Beloved the wine-cup in hand taketh, The market of idols, disaster taketh.
If the Saki the wine into the cup, in this way cast All the Arefs into ever drinking, He will cast.
A world altogether, to pass life a single moment in grief is not worth: For wine, sell our ragged religious garment; for more than this it is not worth.
In the morning when, his standard on the mountainous lands, the Khosro of the east pitched, With the hand of mercy, the door of hopeful ones, my beloved beat;
Play a note, at the melody whereof, a great sigh, one can cast: Utter a verse, whereby the heavy cup of wine one can cast.
If after Him, I go, He up stirreth calamity: And if I sit from search, in wrath, He ariseth.
Desire of passion for Thy fresh down to whomsoever, shall be: Forth from the circle he planteth not his foot, so long as he shall be.
I and refusal of wine! What a tale this is! Doubtless, this degree of reason mine; and sufficient is.
Not all purity without alloy is the coat of the Sufi; O many a Khirka, that is worthy of the fire!
Pleasant is Khalvat, if my beloved, the Beloved shall be Not if I consume and the candle of assembly, He shall be.
Happy came the rose; and more happy than that aught is not. For, in thy hand, save the cup aught is not.
Without the beloved’s face, the rose is not pleasant. Without wine, spring is not pleasant.
That my heart’s work should be ended, my soul melted; and it became not: In this immature wish, I consumed; and it became not.
Last night a messenger of news from His Highness Asaf came. From His Highness Soleiman, the order of joy came.
Love for Thee, the plant of perturbation became Union with Thee, the perfection of perturbation became.
In the morning, to my pillow, vigilant fortune came: Said: Arise! For that thy dear Khosro hath come.
After this, (together are) my hand and the skirt of that lofty cypress (the Prince of Khujand), Who, with a moving stature, plucked me up from root and branch (of the household).
Of coins, is it that they examination take So that, after their own work, all the cloister-holders take?
One day, when recollection of us thy musky reed maketh, It will take reward: Two hundred slaves that free, it maketh_
Inclination for the sward, the cypress of my sward, wberefore maketh not? The fellow-companion of the rose, becometh not? Memory of the lily maketh not?
I said: “Me, prosperous, Thy mouth and lip, when do they make?” He said: “By my eye whatever thou sayest even so do they make.”
Wine without adulteration and the Saki pleasing are two snares of the Path, From whose noose, (even) the wise ones of the world escape not.
O heart ! it may be that the door of the wine-houses, they will open : The knot (of difficulty) of our entangled work they will open.
Years, in pledge for the wine of the grape, our book (of knowledge and of conduct) was: From our reading and praying, the splendour of the wine-house (the perfect Arif's heart) was.
Be memory of that time (O true Beloved!) when towards us Thy exceeding glance (of mercy) was. (When) evident in our face, the writing of Thy love (mercy) was.
As long as name and trace of the tavern '(the existence of the traveller), and of wine (of love) shall be, The dust of the path of the Pir of the Magians (the murshid of love who is the King of seekers), our head, shall be.
By the sword (of inclination) of thine, the slaughter of this shattered one decreed, it was not : If not, by the glance of sorcery of thine, a fault it was not.
Last night, in our (assembly of lovers for zikr, formed like a) circle, the tale of Thy tress (the path of seekers to the divine world) was: Until the heart (middle) of the night (which is the season for manifestations), speech regarding the (long) chain of Thy hair 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.
Verily the jewel of the treasure of mysteries is as it was : With that seal and mark, the chest of (our) love is as it was.
In a pleasant dream, I beheld that in my hand, the cup was Interpretation passed; and, entrusted to fortune, the work was.
O Lord! in the street of the wine-house (the corner of Hafiz's heart), in the morning (the end of youth, the beginning of old age), what tumult (of zikr), that was : For, the clamour of the lovely one, and of the Saki (the form of God that, at the beginning of zikr is the spectacle-place of zakirs) ; and of the candle, and of the fire-grate (the fervour of divine lights, and the descending of endless bounties) was.
That friend, by whom our house the (happy) dwelling of the Pari was, Head to foot, free from defect, a Pari was.
O Muslims (kind of heart) ! once a heart, mine was. Whereto I used to utter (revelations) if a difficulty was.
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.
Now that from non-existence to existence into the sward (the world, the field of this, and of the next, world) hath come the rose (man) And, at its foot, the violet in homage hath laid its head,
From the eye, all over our face, the heart's blood goeth : From the eye, against our face, thou seest not what (calamity) goeth.
When I place my hand on the tip of His tress, in wrath He goeth : If I seek concord, with a head (full) of rebuke, He goeth.
