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Ghazaliyat by Hafez, in audio recordings by احسان حلاج
(O true Beloved !) display Thy face ; and to me speak, saying : " From life thy heart up take :" Say : "Before the candle, with soul, the fire of the moth kindle."
Thanks a thousand, that, again, to my desire, I beheld thee, In truth and purity, concordant with my heart, become.
Who, for the sight of the (true) Beloved, opened my eye, that one am I : O work-door, slave -cherisher ! what thanks to Thee, shall I utter ?
O thou dainty cypress of beauty that with grace sweetly movest ! Momently, to lovers, (are) a hundred needs of Thy grace.
(O true Beloved!) come, so that, in my shattered (and grief-stricken) heart, power may enter again : Come so that, in my dead body, life may enter again.
The state of bloody hearts, who uttereth again From the sky, (revenge for) the blood of Jamshid, who seeketh again ?
(O true Beloved !) come ; and, upon the river of wine, our boat-shaped wine-cup cast : Into the soul of the shaikh (the old) and of the youth, shouting and howling, (in envy thereof) cast.
(O Saki ! ) arise ; and into the cup of gold, joyous water (wine ; the intoxication of love) cast : Before that the cap of the head (the skull), dust becometh cast.
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.
Ravished is my heart by one like a singing girl, clamour-exciter, False of promise, slayer by nature, and colour (of deceit) mixer.
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.
From the world's rose-garden one rose of cheek (is) for us enough : From this sward, the shade of that moving cypress (the true Beloved is) for us enough.
O heart! the companion of thy journey, fortune, well-wishing, (is) for thee enough : The footman of the path, the breeze of the garden of Shiraz (is), for thee enough.
Love's pain, I have endured to such a degree- that ask not . Separation's poison, I have tasted in such a way that ask not.
Of His black tress (the world), complaint I have to such a degree that ask not : For, on account of it, without means and resource, I am become in such a way that ask not.
(O Murshid !) come back; and of my straitened heart, the soul's sincere friend be: Of this consumed one (with love), the reposer of hidden mysteries be.
If thou be the compassionate friend, true of covenant, be: The companion of the closet (in grief) ; and of the hot bath and of the rose-garden (in ease) be.
In the (spring) season of the tulip (the murshid), the cup take; and void of hypocrisy be : With the perfume of the red rose (of 'Irak), a moment concordant with the breeze (the murshid) be.
Sufi ! a beautiful rose pluck ; and to the thorn the patched religious garment, give For pleasant tasting wine, this thy dry austerity, give
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.
The thought of the bulbul (the holy traveller) all is that, that the rose (the true Beloved), his beloved may be : The rose, in thought how, in her work, grace she may display.
Bitter (strong) wine, whose power is man-overthrowing, I desire : Perchance, a moment, from the world and its iniquity and clamour, I may rest.
O happy ! Shiraz, and its peerless site : O Lord ! it from decline, preserve.
When His (the true Beloved's) tress, ambergris-diffusing, the breeze (fate and destiny) dishevelled, Every shattered one, with whom it (the breeze) joined, his life fresh became.
O Lord! that fresh laughing rose whom to me, Thou entrustedest, To Thee, on account of the envious ones of the sward, I entrust.
From me, tranquillity, power, and sense took, The idol of stony heart, of silvern lobe (of ear).
At morn, from the invisible messenger, to my ear reached the glad tidings : " Tis the age of Shah Shuja ' (the soul) ; wine (love's tumult), boldly drink !"
Last night from the corner of the wine-house, an invisible messenger Spake : " Sin, they pardon : wine, drink !"
In the age of the king, fault-forgiving, crime-covering, Flagon-drinker, became Hafiz ; and cup-drinker, the mufti.
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."
O (true Beloved)! the form, all of Thine is beautiful ; and the place all of Thine, happy : My heart from the grace of the ruby lip sugar-eating of Thine, happy.
The water-bank, and the willow-root and the poetic nature and a friend, happy A companion, the sweet heart-ravisher, and the Saki, rose of cheek, happy.
The collection of beauteousness and of gracefulness is his cheek (resplendent) like the moon. But, love is not his, nor constancy. O God ! (love and constancy) give him.
Affrighted, became my heart; and careless, I, the darvish, am, As to what hath happened, to that (great) bewildered prey (my heart).
In this city, my fortune, I have tried : From this whirlpool, my chattels 'tis necessary to draw.
By the pomp of the world-kindling fortune of Shah Shuja, I swear that, for the sake of wealth and of rank, strife was mine with none.
In the dawn, when, from the private chamber of the palace of wonders, On all sides, the candle of the east (the sun) casteth splendour-rays ;
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.
In the morning for the perfume of the rose, I kept going into the rose-garden; So that, like the bulbul heart-bereft, remedy for my brain, I might make.
If fortune give aid, to my hand I will bring His skirt : If (the skirt) I draw O great the joy ! If, me, He slay great the honour !
The reed's tongue hath no desire for the explanation of separation : If not, to thee, I give the explanation of the tale of separation.
The abode of peace, unalloyed wine, and the kind companion, If ever attainable these be to thee, O excellent the grace of God !
(O murshid !) if wine them drink, pour a draught on the dust (the sons of dusty Adam): The sin, wherein an advantage to the stranger reacheth, what fear.
If design for my destruction, thousands of enemies (Shaitans, intent upon leading one astray) make, If thou (O perfect murshid !) be my friend (and aider), of enemies, I have no fear.
O (beloved) ! salt rights with thy lip, hath my wounded heart : The (salt) right, preserve ; for I depart, and thee to God entrust.
O (cool) breeze of the north! the breeze of good news, thou art, That, us, at union's time, reacheth.
The breeze of love's perfume, I perceived ; and, expectant of the flashing of the lightning of union, became : O (cool) breeze of the north ! come : for, for the perfume of thy body, I die !
The world-possessor, defender of the faith) perfect sovereign : Yahya bin Muzaffar, king, just-doer:
(Even as) in the rose-season (the time of manifestations ; of glories of mysteries) of repentance of wine (love), I became ashamed, (So) of un-upright conduct (abandoning wine-drinking), let none be ashamed.
If, to Thy street, the power of arriving be mine, By the fortune of union with Thee, to foundation arriveth my work.
