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This page shows only audio recordings by محمدرضا کاکائی.
Ghazaliyat by Hafez, in audio recordings by محمدرضا کاکائی
Blossomed is the red rose; and intoxicated is the nightingale; The invitation to merriment O Lovers, wine-worshipping!
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.
Search for the cup of Jamshid from me, years my heart made. And for what it possessed, from a stranger, entreaty made.
“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.
If again passing, the bird of fortune shall make. Again the Beloved shall come; and contentment with union shall make.
Mine be recollection of that time, when my dwelling, the head of thy street was. (When) from the dust of thy door, to my eye the acquisition of luminosity was.
Those shattered, when they are in search (of thee) and (theirs) power is not, If thou vex, the condition of manliness , is not.
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 Lord! that fresh laughing rose whom to me, Thou entrustedest, To Thee, on account of the envious ones of the sward, I entrust.
If design for my destruction, thousands of enemies (Shaitans, intent upon leading one astray) make, If thou (O perfect murshid !) be my friend (and aider), of enemies, I have no fear.
Bird, auspicious of foot, gracious of message, welcome ! Happy thy arrival ! What news of the Friend ? He (is) where ? (His) path (is) what ?
If, with the sword (of tyranny), He (the true Beloved) slay me, His hand, I seize not : If, upon me, this arrow He strike, obliged I am.
If again befall me passing into the tavern of the Magians (the perfect murshid), The produce of the khirka and of the prayer-mat, running (recklessly) I will play away (and lose).
My eye, an ocean (of weeping) I make ; to the desert, patience, I cast : And, in this work, my heart into the ocean I cast.
Last night, I said : " Out from my head, the passion for His face I will put." He (the true Beloved) said : " The chain where, that the arrangement (of binding) this distraught one, I may make ?"
A hundred times, before the dust of Thy foot, our face we have placed, Hypocrisy and dissimulation, aside we have placed.
Evil (of any) we utter not ; inclination to the injustice (of any) we make not : Black, the face of any one ; and blue, our own religious garment, we make not,
(O true Beloved!) for God's sake, with khirka-wearers (hypocrites), little sit ; From resourceless profligates (inwardly pure and clean) Thy face, conceal not.
Torment (of envy) to the violet, giveth the musk-exhaling tress- of thine; The fold of the rose-bud, rendeth the heart-alluring laughter of thine.
The door (threshold) of the magians' house was swept and water-sprinkled : (At the door) the Pir sat, and to old and to young, salutation gave.
The skirt-trailer (damsel) kept moving in cloth, gold-embroidered, In envy of her, a hundred moon-of-face, the collar of hempen cloth rent
