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Ghazaliyat by Hafez, in audio recordings by فریبا علومی یزدی
In desire of that I am that, if, forth from my hand, it come, I may fix my hand upon a work such that the end of grief may come.
From desire (of the beloved), I restrain not my hand until my desire cometh forth : Either to the beloved, my body reacheth ; or, from the body, my soul cometh forth.
The breath (of life) issued; and forth from thee, my desire (of union) cometh not. Clamour ! for, forth from sleep, my fortune cometh not.
O dear friends ! of the friend of the night,- bring ye to mind : The duties of sincere service, bring ye to mind.
O intimate friends (the crowd of lovers)! from the (true) Beloved's (black) tress, the knot (the forbidder of glories) open make ye Happy is such a night ! it, with this union (with the tress), long make ye.
Ho ! O parrot (murshid) ! thou that art the utterer of the mysteries (of God) Void of sugar (of the mysteries of God), thy beak (mouth), be not.
O breeze (murshid) ! thy passing by the dwelling of the (true) Beloved, keep not back : For the wretched lover (Hafiz), news of Him (the true Beloved) keep not back.
O breeze from such a one's street, me, a perfume bring. Weeping and sad of grief, I am ; me, ease of soul, bring:
O breeze! from the dust of the (true) Beloved's path, a perfume bring: My heart's grief, take; glad tidings of the heart-possessor bring.
(O beloved !) display thy face and my existence from my mind take : And the harvest of those consumed, (lovers) say : " O wind ! all take."
Tis the night of power; and closed is the book of separation : On that night, is safety to the rising of separation.
If life were, to the wine-house, I would go another time: Save the service of profligates, I would do no other work.
O thou, from the splendour of whose cheek, is joyous the tulip-bed of life Come back ; for, without the rose of thy cheek, spilleth the spring of life.
Back to Kin'an, lost Yusuf cometh : suffer not grief : One day, the sorrowful cell becometh the rose-garden : suffer not grief.
A piece of advice, I make thee ; listen ; make no excuse : "Whatever the kind admonisher saith to thee, accept."
(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 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.
Ravished is my heart by one like a singing girl, clamour-exciter, False of promise, slayer by nature, and colour (of deceit) mixer.
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.
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.
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?
