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Ghazaliyat by Hafez, in audio recordings by عندلیب
Through my short (feeble) arm, beneath grief's load, am I : For, of those of lofty stature ashamed, am I.
Although, from His tress, a knot (of difficulty) hath fallen upon my work : Even so, from His liberality, the solution (of it) I expect.
If the dust of the sole of my idol's foot give aid ; (With it) on the tablet of vision, a dusty line (whereby my vision may be increased), I will draw :
In the secret house of my ease (the heart), a sweet idol (the true Beloved), I have : From Whose tress-tip and cheek, the horse-shoe (of agitation) in the. fire I have.
With the true Beloved, a covenant is mine that : " As long as in body, life I have : " The well-wishers of His street, (dear) like my own (precious) life I hold."
Who am I that, over that fragrant (noble) mind, I should pass: Thou doest me favours. O dust of Thy door ! the crown of my head, be !
In the morning, Jauza (Gemini) placed before me the preservation (the small Kuran) : That is : The King's slave, I am ; and the oath, I ate.
Like the morning (of laughing forehead) Thou art; and the candle of the chamber of the morning, I am : Smile ; and behold how (for Thee) my soul, I surrender.
If, with the sword (of tyranny), He (the true Beloved) slay me, His hand, I seize not : If, upon me, this arrow He strike, obliged I am.
With the point of Thy arrow-glance, at my heart, strike not ; For, before Thy sick (languishing) eye, I die.
At the time of the evening-prayer of strangers when weeping I begin, With moans like a stranger, my tale, I compose.
IF into the curl of Thy two tresses, my hand again should reach, With Thy chaugan, what heads (there are) that like a ball, I shall play.
If again befall me passing into the tavern of the Magians (the perfect murshid), The produce of the khirka and of the prayer-mat, running (recklessly) I will play away (and lose).
Where, the glad tidings of union with Thee, so that, from desire of life, I may rise? The holy bird (of paradise) am I ; from the world's snare, I rise.
In the pursuit of the desire of visiting my own (native) Land, why should I not be ? The dust of the head of my (true) Beloved's street, why should I not be ?
The friend I am of the sweet face; and of the heart-alluring hair: Distraught with the intoxicated eye, I am ; and with pure unalloyed wine.
When to the rose-bed of the eye, passeth the fancy of Thy face, For the sake of beholding Thee, cometh the heart to the window of the eye.
Although from the heart's fire, like a (foaming) jar of wine, in tumult I am, The seal (of silence) on my lip pressed, the blood (of grief) I drink ; and silent I am.
For the reproof of the adversaries if I care, Lustre, taketh not my way of profligacy and of intoxication.
The dust of my body is the veil of the (true) Beloved's face ; O happy that moment when from off this face, the veil I cast!
Passed have forty years and more since I expressed this boast: " Of the servants of the Pir of the Magians, the least am I."
Tis a life-time since, in search (of good fame), everyday, a pace I cast: Every moment, the hand of entreaty on good fame I cast.
O morning cypress ! without thee, with the rose and the rose-bud, what may I do ? The tress of the hyacinth, how may I draw; (with) the cheek of the lily what may I do?
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.
O idol! with grief of love for thee what plaint, shall I make? In grief for thee, till when the night-seizing wail shall I make ?
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.
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 ?"
In the morning, with the desire of repentance (to my heart), I said : " I seek the counsel of God," Spring, repentance-shatterer, arriveth : what remedy may I make ?
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.
