Ghazaliyat by Hafez, in audio recordings by محمد خزائی

غزل شمارهٔ 2–صلاحِ کار کجا و منِ خراب کجا؟

The rectitude of work, where? and, I ruined where? Behold the distance of the Path, from where to where?

غزل شمارهٔ 3–اگر آن تُرکِ شیرازی به‌‌ دست‌ آرَد دلِ ما را

If that Bold One of Shiraz gain our heart, For His dark mole, I will give Samarkand and Bukhara.

غزل شمارهٔ 4–صبا به لُطف بگو آن غزالِ رَعنا را

O breeze! with softness speak to the beautiful fawn, Saying: Thou hast given to us desire for the mountain and the desert.

غزل شمارهٔ 6–به مُلازِمانِ سلطان، که رساند این دعا را؟

To the Sultan’s attendants, who will convey this prayer “In thanks for sovereignty, away from sight drive not the beggar?”

غزل شمارهٔ 7–صوفی بیا که آیِنِه، صافی‌ست جام را

O Sufi! come; for bright is the mirror of the cup: That thou mayst see the brightness of the wine of ruby hue.

غزل شمارهٔ 8–ساقیا برخیز و دَردِه جام را

O Saki! arise; and give the cup: Strew dust on the head of the grief of time.

غزل شمارهٔ 9–رونق عهد شباب است دگر بُستان را

The splendor of youth’s time again belongeth to the garden; The glad tidings of the rose reacheth the bulbul sweet of song.

غزل شمارهٔ 10–دوش از مسجد سویِ میخانه آمد پیرِ ما

Last night from the Masjed towards the wine tavern our Pir came: O friends of the Path! after this, what is our plan?

غزل شمارهٔ 11–ساقی به نورِ باده برافروز جامِ ما

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.”

غزل شمارهٔ 12–ای فروغِ ماهِ حُسن‌، از روی رخشان شما

O! the splendor of the moon-beauty from the illumined face of Thine! The lustre of beauteousness from the chin-dimple of Thine!

غزل شمارهٔ 13–می‌دمد صبح و کِلِّه بست سحاب

The morning blossometh; and the cloud bindeth a veil: O companions! the morning cup! the morning cup!

غزل شمارهٔ 14–گفتم ای سلطانِ خوبان رحم کن بر این غریب

I said: “O Sultan of lovely ones! show pity to this poor stranger.” He said: “In the desire of his own heart, loseth his way the wretched stranger.”

غزل شمارهٔ 374–بیا تا گل برافشانیم و می در ساغر اندازیم