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Ghazaliyat by Hafez, in audio recordings by هادی روحانی
Such a one am I that the tavern-corner is the cloister of mine: The prayer from the Pir of Moghan is the morning task of mine.
From weeping, the pupil of my eye seated in blood is, Behold the state of men in search of Thee, how it is.
The curve of Thy tress is the snare of infidelity and of Faith: This matter is a little from His work-shop.
The heart is the chamber of love of His: The eye is the mirror-holder of the form of His.
This blackish one, all the sweetness of the world is with him. The fair eye, the laughing lip, the joyous heart is with Him.
The head of our desire, and the threshold of the Mighty Friend: For, whatever passeth over our head is His will.
Of a great favor from the threshold of the Friend, hope mine is; A great sin I have done; of His pardon hope mine, is.
That envoy, who arrived from the country of the Friend; And brought the amulet of life from the dark writing of the Friend.
O Breeze! If thy path should chance by the Land of the Friend. Bring a fragrant waft of air from the beperfumed tress of the Friend.
Welcome! O Messenger of the Longing Ones, give the message of the Friend. That, with the essence of pleasure, I may make my soul a sacrifice for the Friend.
Thy face, none hath seen; and a thousand watchers are Thine, Still in the rosebud, Thine many a nightingale is.
Since the presentation of skill before the Beloved disrespect, is The tongue, silent; yet, the mouth full of Arabia is.
More pleasant than the pleasure and the enjoyment of the garden and the spring is what? Where is the Said? Say: “The cause of our waiting is what?”
O nightingale! bewail if, the desire of being a lover with me, thine is. For, we two are, weeping lovers; and our work, weeping is.
O Lord! that candle, night-illuminating, from the house of whom is? Our soul hath consumed. Ask ye, saying: “She, the beloved, of whom is?”
Love’s path is Path whereof the shore is none: And there, unless they surrender their soul, remedy is none.
A nightingale had a rose-leaf, pleasant of hue in his beak, And, on that leaf and pleasant food, bitter lamentation held.
O Zahed, pure of nature! censure not the profligates; For, against thee, they will not record another’s crime.
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.
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.
To the (true Beloved), I said : " Grief for Thee, I have." He said : " To an end (when union is attained), thy grief cometh:" I spake saying: "Be my moon (make luminous like the moon my eye and bosom)." He said : " (I will be thy moon), if forth, (the chance) cometh."
The eye (of expectation) of friendship from friends we had : Verily, 'twas mistake that which we thought.
(O true Beloved!) by the door enter; and our chamber luminous make : The air of the assembly of souls perfumed - make.
O king of the lovely (the beloved) ones of the world ! for grief of being alone, justice ! Without Thee, to the soul, my heart hath come. Tis the time when thou shouldst come back; (and me safety, give).
