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Ghazaliyat by Hafez, in audio recordings by م. کریمی
Ho! O Saki, pass around and offer the bowl: For love at first appeared easy, but difficulties have occurred.
If that Bold One of Shiraz gain our heart, For His dark mole, I will give Samarkand and Bukhara.
For God’s sake. O pious ones! forth from the hand, goeth my heart. For God’s sake: O the pain that the hidden mystery should be disclosed.
Last night from the Masjed towards the wine tavern our Pir came: O friends of the Path! after this, what is our plan?
Saki! with the light of wine, up-kindle the cup of ours. Minstrel! speak, saying: “The world’s work hath gone to the desire of ours.”
From the fire of my heart, my chest in grief for the Beloved consumed. In this house, was a fire, that the house consumed.
O fragrant morning breeze! The Beloved’s rest-place is where? The dwelling of that Moon, Lover-slayer, Sorcerer, is where?
To him that hath chosen solitude, of the spectacle is what need? When the street of the Beloved is, of the desert is what need?
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.
Save Thy threshold, my shelter in the world is none. Save this door, my fortress-place is none.
Wine and hidden pleasure, what are they? Baseless work. On the ranks of profligates we dashed. What is fit to be-be!
Search for the cup of Jamshid from me, years my heart made. And for what it possessed, from a stranger, entreaty made.
Not all purity without alloy is the coat of the Sufi; O many a Khirka, that is worthy of the fire!
How a verse exciteth afresh the heart that is sorrowful! A subtlety out of this book, we uttered; and is this very subtlety.
Musk-diffusing, the breath of the morning breeze shall be: Again the world old young shall be.
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.
“The day of separation from, and the night of disunion with, the Beloved is ended:” This omen, I cast; the star passed; and the work of grief is ended.
The star gleamed; and the moon of the assembly became: Of our affrighted heart, the consoler and comforter became.
Last night, at morning time, me freedom from grief, they (Fate and Destiny) gave. And, in that darkness of night, me the water-of-life they gave.
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.
O heart! Consume. For deeds thy consuming maketh: The repelling of a hundred calamities, the midnight supplication maketh.
The slave of thy intoxicated eye, crown-possessors are: Undone with the wine of Thy ruby lip, sensible ones are.
Those Mursheds, who, with their glance alchemy of the dust make, At us, eye-cornering, do they make?
If, in this way, heart-ravishingness, lovely ones make, In the faith of Zaheds, breaches, they will make.
I said: “Me, prosperous, Thy mouth and lip, when do they make?” He said: “By my eye whatever thou sayest even so do they make.”
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.
Thou knowest what tale that the harp and the lyre make? Secretly drink ye wine that thee precious they may make.
Last night, in our (assembly of lovers for zikr, formed like a) circle, the tale of Thy tress (the path of seekers to the divine world) was: Until the heart (middle) of the night (which is the season for manifestations), speech regarding the (long) chain of Thy hair was.
Last night, He (the true Beloved) came ; and His cheek, He had enkindled. Let us see, the grief-stricken heart (of the lover), how He had consumed.
In the morning-time, me the opportunity of drinking one or two cups (of manifestations of glories) had befallen : And into my palate from the lip of the SakI (whose quality is discourse), wine delight-giving had fallen.
Verily the jewel of the treasure of mysteries is as it was : With that seal and mark, the chest of (our) love is as it was.
In a pleasant dream, I beheld that in my hand, the cup was Interpretation passed; and, entrusted to fortune, the work was.
Although to the city-admonisher, easy this matter becometh not : So long as hypocrisy and deceit, he practiseth, Musulman, he becometh not
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."
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.
If, by my door, that holy bird (the true Beloved) come back : To me, elderly of head, my passed life may come back.
Back to Kin'an, lost Yusuf cometh : suffer not grief : One day, the sorrowful cell becometh the rose-garden : suffer not grief.
Last night from the corner of the wine-house, an invisible messenger Spake : " Sin, they pardon : wine, drink !"
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."
The abode of peace, unalloyed wine, and the kind companion, If ever attainable these be to thee, O excellent the grace of God !
So that me, to the wind of destruction thou give not, to the dishevelling breeze, thy tress give not: So that my foundation of life, thou take not, the foundation of disdain, establish not.
Openly, I speak; and of my own utterance, heart-happy am I : Love's slave, I am ; and of both worlds, free am I.
In the tavern of the Magians, God's light I see : This wonder, behold ! what the light is ; and where it, 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.
