Ghazaliyat by Hafez, in audio recordings by فریبا علومی یزدی

غزل شمارهٔ 43–صَحنِ بُستان ذوق‌بخش و صحبتِ یاران خوش است

The court of the garden is joy-giving; and the society of friends, pleasant; Pleasant, be the time of the rose, whereby the time of wine-drinkers is pleasant.

غزل شمارهٔ 52–روزْگاری‌ست که سودایِ بُتان، دینِ من است

‘Tis a time since the passion for idols was my faith: The pain of this work, the joy of the sorrowful heart of mine is.

غزل شمارهٔ 74–حاصلِ کارگه کون و مکان این همه نیست

The produce of the workshop of existence and dwelling all this is naught; Bring wine. For the goods of the world all this is naught.

غزل شمارهٔ 81–صُبْحْدَم، مُرْغِ چَمَن با گلِ نوخاسْتِه گُفْت

At dawn, the bird of the sward spake to the rose: “Display less disdain; for, in this garden many a one like thee hath blossomed.”

غزل شمارهٔ 82–آن تُرکِ پَری چِهره که دوش اَز بَرِ ما رَفت

That Bold One of Angel-face who, last night, by me passed, What sin saw He that, by way of sin, He passed?

غزل شمارهٔ 94–زان یارِ دل‌نوازم، شُکری است با شکایت

On account of that heart-cherishing beloved, thanks with complaint are mine: If thou be a subtlety-understander of love list well to this tale.

غزل شمارهٔ 100–دی پیر می‌فروش که ذکرش به خیر باد

Yesterday, the Pir, the wine-seller whose mention be for good! Said: “Drink wine; and, from recollection, take the heart’s grief.”

غزل شمارهٔ 106–تَنَت به نازِ طبیبان نیازمند مباد

In need of the physician’s care, thy body be not; Vexed by injury, thy tender existence be not!

غزل شمارهٔ 111–عکسِ رویِ تو چو در آینهٔ جام افتاد

When, into the mirror of the cup, the reflection of Thy face fell, From the laughter of wine, into the crude desire of the cup, the Aref fell.

غزل شمارهٔ 117–دل ما به دور رویت ز چمن فَراغ دارد

At the time of His face, retirement from the sward, our heart hath: For, like the cypress, foot-binding it is; and like the tulip, stain it hath.

غزل شمارهٔ 121–هر آن کاو خاطِرِ مَجموع و یارِ نازنین دارد

Every one, who, his heart collected and the beloved acceptable hath, Happiness became his fellow-companion; and fortune, his fellow-sitter, he hath.

غزل شمارهٔ 122–هر آن‌که جانِبِ اَهْلِ خُدا نگه دارد

Every one, who regardeth the people of fidelity, Him, in every state, from calamity God preserveth.

غزل شمارهٔ 123–مطربِ عشق عجب ساز و نوایی دارد

Wonderful harmony and great melody, my minstrel of love hath: Every picture of the hidden that he striketh, path to place hath.

غزل شمارهٔ 125–شاهد آن نیست که موییّ و میانی دارد

That one is not the beloved, who hath a hair and a waist: Be the slave of the form of that one who, ravishingness to the highest degree, hath.

غزل شمارهٔ 128–نیست دَر شهر نگاری که دلِ ما بِبَرَد

In this city is no idol that, our heart, taketh: If fortune be my friend, hence my chattels, it taketh.

غزل شمارهٔ 135–چو باد، عزمِ سرِ کویِ یار خواهم کرد

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.

غزل شمارهٔ 138–یاد باد آن که ز ما وقتِ سفر یاد نکرد

Memory be of that one, who, at the time of journeying memory of us made not: Who, by farewell, joyous our grief-stricken heart made not.

غزل شمارهٔ 141–دیدی ای دل که غمِ عشق دگربار چه کرد؟

O heart! the grief of love, again, thou sawest what it did, When the heart-ravisher went; and with the beloved, fidelity-observing, what it did.

غزل شمارهٔ 143–سال‌ها دل طلبِ جامِ جم از ما می‌کرد

Search for the cup of Jamshid from me, years my heart made. And for what it possessed, from a stranger, entreaty made.

غزل شمارهٔ 149–دلم جز مِهرِ مَه‌رویان، طریقی بر نمی‌گیرد

Save the love of those moon of face, a path my heart taketh not: To it, in every way, I give counsel; but it kindleth not.

غزل شمارهٔ 151–دَمی با غم به سر بردن، جهان یک سر نمی‌ارزد

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.

غزل شمارهٔ 152–در ازل پرتوِ حُسنت ز تجلی دَم زد

In eternity without beginning, of glory, the splendor-ray of Thy beauty boasted. Revealed became love; and, upon all the world, fire dashed.

غزل شمارهٔ 157–هر که را با خطِ سبزت سرِ سودا باشد

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.

غزل شمارهٔ 158–من و انکارِ شراب! این چه حکایت باشد؟

I and refusal of wine! What a tale this is! Doubtless, this degree of reason mine; and sufficient is.

غزل شمارهٔ 159–نقدِ صوفی نه همه صافیِ بی‌غَش باشد

Not all purity without alloy is the coat of the Sufi; O many a Khirka, that is worthy of the fire!

غزل شمارهٔ 160–خوش است خلوت اگر یار یارِ من باشد

Pleasant is Khalvat, if my beloved, the Beloved shall be Not if I consume and the candle of assembly, He shall be.

غزل شمارهٔ 163–گل بی‌رخِ یار خوش نباشد

Without the beloved’s face, the rose is not pleasant. Without wine, spring is not pleasant.

غزل شمارهٔ 164–نفسِ بادِ صبا مُشک‌فشان خواهد شد

Musk-diffusing, the breath of the morning breeze shall be: Again the world old young shall be.

غزل شمارهٔ 165–مرا مِهر سیَه چشمان ز سر بیرون نخواهد شد

As for me, out of my head, love for those dark of eye will not go: This is the sky’s decree; and other way, it will not be.

غزل شمارهٔ 167–ستاره‌ای بدرخشید و ماهِ مجلس شد

The star gleamed; and the moon of the assembly became: Of our affrighted heart, the consoler and comforter became.

غزل شمارهٔ 169–یاری اندر کس نمی‌بینیم، یاران را چه شد؟

Friendship in none, I perceive. To friends what hath happened? Friendship ended when? To friends what hath happened?

غزل شمارهٔ 174–مژده ای دل که دگر بادِ صبا بازآمد

O heart! glad tidings that the morning breeze hath come back, From the quarters of Saba the lap-wing of good news hath come back.

غزل شمارهٔ 175–صبا به تهنیتِ پیرِ مِی‌فروش آمد

For the congratulation of the Pir, wine-seller, the morning-breeze came Saying: “The season of joy, and of pleasure, and of freshness, and of sweet ness is came.”

غزل شمارهٔ 177–نه هر که چهره برافروخت دلبری داند

Not every beloved one that up-kindleth his face the work of a heart-ravisher knoweth. Not every one who maketh the mirror, the work of a Eskandar knoweth.

غزل شمارهٔ 178–هر که شد مَحرمِ دل در حرمِ یار بِمانْد

Whoever became the confidant of his own heart, in the sacred fold of the Beloved remained: He, who knew not this matter, in ignorance remained.

غزل شمارهٔ 179–رسید مژده که ایّامِ غم نخواهد ماند

Arrived the glad tidings that grief’s time shall not remain: Like that remained not; like this shall not remain.

غزل شمارهٔ 182–حَسْبِ حالی نَنِوِشتی و شد ایّامی چند

Thou wrotest not the account of thy state; and, passed some time: Where a confidant so that to thee, I may send some message?

غزل شمارهٔ 183–دوش وقتِ سَحَر، از غُصّه نجاتم دادند

غزل شمارهٔ 184–دوش دیدم که ملائک درِ میخانه زدند

Last night I saw that the angels beat the door of the tavern, The clay of Adam, they shaped and into the mould, they cast.

غزل شمارهٔ 187–دلا بسوز که سوزِ تو کارها بِکُنَد

O heart! Consume. For deeds thy consuming maketh: The repelling of a hundred calamities, the midnight supplication maketh.

غزل شمارهٔ 188–مرا به رندی و عشق، آن فضول عیب کُنَد

For profligacy and love, my censure that foolish one maketh; Who, on the mysteries of men of hidden knowledge, criticism maketh.

غزل شمارهٔ 199–واعظان کاین جلوه در محراب و منبر می‌کنند

The admonishers who, in the prayer-arch and the pulpit, grandeur make, When into their chamber they go, that work of another kind they make.

غزل شمارهٔ 207–یاد باد آن که سرِ کویِ توام منزل بود

غزل شمارهٔ 210–دوش در حلقهٔ ما قصّهٔ گیسویِ تو بود

غزل شمارهٔ 211–دوش می‌آمد و رخساره برافروخته بود

غزل شمارهٔ 213–گوهرِ مخزنِ اسرار همان است که بود

غزل شمارهٔ 223–هرگزم نقشِ تو از لوحِ دل و جان نَرَوَد

غزل شمارهٔ 226–ترسم که اشک در غمِ ما پرده‌در شود

غزل شمارهٔ 228–گر من از باغِ تو یک میوه بچینم چه شود؟

غزل شمارهٔ 231–گفتم غمِ تو دارم گفتا غمَت سرآید