Ghazaliyat by Hafez, in audio recordings by محمدرضاکاکائی

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 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 15–ای شاهد قدسی، کِه کَشَد بند نقابت؟

O chaste beloved! Who draweth the fastening of the veil of thee? O bird of Paradise! grain and water, who giveth thee?

غزل شمارهٔ 16–خَمی که ابرویِ شوخِ تو در کمان انداخت

The great curve that, into the bow, thy told eye-brow cast, In design of the blood of me, miserable, powerless, it cast.

غزل شمارهٔ 21–دل و دینم شد و دلبر به ملامت برخاست

Went heart and faith; and the Heart-Ravisher with reproach arose, And said: “Sit not with me; for, from thee, safety hath risen.”

غزل شمارهٔ 24–مطلب طاعت و پیمان و صلاح از من مست

From me intoxicated, is the desire of devotion and of covenant, and of rectitude; For, in Eternity without beginning, I became renowned for wine-drinking.

غزل شمارهٔ 26–زلف‌آشفته و خِوی‌کرده و خندان‌لب و مست

Tress dishevelled; sweat expressed; lip laughing; intoxicated; Garment rent; song-singing; goblet in His hand;

غزل شمارهٔ 27–در دیرِ مغان آمد، یارم قدحی در دست

Into the Magian’s cloister, came my Friend a goblet in His hand: With wine intoxicated, He with his eye intoxicated the wine-dirnkers.

غزل شمارهٔ 28–به جانِ خواجه و حقِ قدیم و عهدِ درست

By the Khwaja’s soul, and by ancient right, and by true covenant, That, at the breath of dawn, prayer for thy welfare is my companion.

غزل شمارهٔ 31–آن شبِ قدری که گویند اهلِ خلوت امشب است

What men of our closed circle call “the Night of Power” to-night is. O Lord! from what constellation, this effect of fortune is?

غزل شمارهٔ 41–اگر چه باده فَرَح بخش و باد گُل‌بیز است

Though wine is joy exciting! and the breeze rose-enslaving, Drink not wine to the sound of the harp. For bold the Muhtaseb is.

غزل شمارهٔ 44–کُنون که بر کفِ گُل، جامِ بادهٔ صاف است

Now that in the palm of the rose, is the cup of pure wine, In it praise, is the nightingale with a hundred thousand tongues.

غزل شمارهٔ 44–کُنون که بر کفِ گُل، جامِ بادهٔ صاف است

Now that in the palm of the rose, is the cup of pure wine, In it praise, is the nightingale with a hundred thousand tongues.

غزل شمارهٔ 64–اگر چه عرض هنر پیشِ یار بی‌ادبی‌ست

Since the presentation of skill before the Beloved disrespect, is The tongue, silent; yet, the mouth full of Arabia is.

غزل شمارهٔ 78–دیدی که یار، جُز سَرِ جور و سِتَم نَداشت

Thou sawest that, save the desire of violence and of tyranny, my beloved aught had not. He shattered the covenant; and, on account of our grief, grief had not.

غزل شمارهٔ 87–حُسنت به اتفاقِ ملاحت جهان گرفت

By concord with darkish beauty, the world Thy beauty took. Yes; by concord, the world one can take.

غزل شمارهٔ 88–شنیده‌ام سخنی خوش که پیرِ کنعان گفت

I heard a pleasant speech that the old man of Kan’an uttered: “Separation from the true Beloved maketh not that which can be uttered.”

غزل شمارهٔ 88–شنیده‌ام سخنی خوش که پیرِ کنعان گفت

I heard a pleasant speech that the old man of Kan’an uttered: “Separation from the true Beloved maketh not that which can be uttered.”

غزل شمارهٔ 88–شنیده‌ام سخنی خوش که پیرِ کنعان گفت

I heard a pleasant speech that the old man of Kan’an uttered: “Separation from the true Beloved maketh not that which can be uttered.”

غزل شمارهٔ 91–ای غایب از نظر به خدا می‌سپارمت

O hidden from sight! to God, I entrust, thee. Thou consumedest my soul; yet with heart, friend I hold thee.

غزل شمارهٔ 94–زان یارِ دل‌نوازم، شُکری است با شکایت

On account of that heart-cherishing beloved, thanks with complaint are mine: If thou be a subtlety-understander of love list well to this tale.

غزل شمارهٔ 95–مدامم مست می‌دارد نسیمِ جَعدِ گیسویت

Ever intoxicated keepeth me the waft of air of the tress-curl of Thine. Momently ruined maketh me the deceit of the eye of sorcery of Thine.

غزل شمارهٔ 103–روز وصلِ دوستداران یاد باد

The day of union of friends remember: Those times, remember, remember!

غزل شمارهٔ 105–صوفی ار باده به اندازه خورَد نوشش باد

If, to limit, the Sufi drink wine to him, sweet may it be! If not, the thought of this work of his, forgotten be!

غزل شمارهٔ 123–مطربِ عشق عجب ساز و نوایی دارد

Wonderful harmony and great melody, my minstrel of love hath: Every picture of the hidden that he striketh, path to place hath.

غزل شمارهٔ 126–جان، بی‌جمالِ جانان میلِ جهان ندارد

Without the Beloved’s beauty, inclination for the world, my soul hath not: O God, every one who this hath not, that hath not.

غزل شمارهٔ 136–دست در حلقهٔ آن زلفِ دوتا نتوان کرد

Into the curve of that doubled tress, the hand one cannot put: Reliance on Thy covenant and the morning breeze, one cannot make.

غزل شمارهٔ 142–دوستان دخترِ رَز توبه ز مستوری کرد

Friends! repentance of veiledness, the daughter of the vine made: To the Mohtaseb she went; and by permission the work made.

غزل شمارهٔ 142–دوستان دخترِ رَز توبه ز مستوری کرد

Friends! repentance of veiledness, the daughter of the vine made: To the Mohtaseb she went; and by permission the work made.

غزل شمارهٔ 144–به سِرِّ جامِ جم آنگه نظر توانی کرد

At the head of Jamshid’s cup, at that time thy glance, thou canst make, When the dust of the wine-house, the collyrium of thy eye, thou canst make.

غزل شمارهٔ 147–نسیمِ بادِ صبا دوشم آگهی آورد

Last night, news to me the messenger of the morning wind brought, Saying: “To shortness, its face, the day of labor and of grief hath brought.”

غزل شمارهٔ 149–دلم جز مِهرِ مَه‌رویان، طریقی بر نمی‌گیرد

Save the love of those moon of face, a path my heart taketh not: To it, in every way, I give counsel; but it kindleth not.

غزل شمارهٔ 149–دلم جز مِهرِ مَه‌رویان، طریقی بر نمی‌گیرد

Save the love of those moon of face, a path my heart taketh not: To it, in every way, I give counsel; but it kindleth not.

غزل شمارهٔ 150–ساقی ار باده از این دست به جام اندازد

If the Saki the wine into the cup, in this way cast All the Arefs into ever drinking, He will cast.

غزل شمارهٔ 152–در ازل پرتوِ حُسنت ز تجلی دَم زد

In eternity without beginning, of glory, the splendor-ray of Thy beauty boasted. Revealed became love; and, upon all the world, fire dashed.

غزل شمارهٔ 159–نقدِ صوفی نه همه صافیِ بی‌غَش باشد

Not all purity without alloy is the coat of the Sufi; O many a Khirka, that is worthy of the fire!

غزل شمارهٔ 165–مرا مِهر سیَه چشمان ز سر بیرون نخواهد شد

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.

غزل شمارهٔ 182–حَسْبِ حالی نَنِوِشتی و شد ایّامی چند

Thou wrotest not the account of thy state; and, passed some time: Where a confidant so that to thee, I may send some message?

غزل شمارهٔ 188–مرا به رندی و عشق، آن فضول عیب کُنَد

For profligacy and love, my censure that foolish one maketh; Who, on the mysteries of men of hidden knowledge, criticism maketh.

غزل شمارهٔ 190–کِلکِ مشکین تو روزی که ز ما یاد کند

One day, when recollection of us thy musky reed maketh, It will take reward: Two hundred slaves that free, it maketh_

غزل شمارهٔ 194–سَمَن‌بویان غبارِ غم چو بنشینند، بنشانند

Those of lily perfume cause grief’s dust to sit when they sit: Patience from the heart, those of Angel-face take when they strive.

غزل شمارهٔ 196–آنان که خاک را به نظر کیمیا کنند

Those Mursheds, who, with their glance alchemy of the dust make, At us, eye-cornering, do they make?

غزل شمارهٔ 200–دانی که چنگ و عود چه تَقریر می‌کنند؟

Thou knowest what tale that the harp and the lyre make? Secretly drink ye wine that thee precious they may make.

غزل شمارهٔ 200–دانی که چنگ و عود چه تَقریر می‌کنند؟

Thou knowest what tale that the harp and the lyre make? Secretly drink ye wine that thee precious they may make.

غزل شمارهٔ 201–شرابِ بی‌غَش و ساقیِّ خوش دو دامِ رهند

غزل شمارهٔ 216–آن یار کز او خانهٔ ما جایِ پَری بود

غزل شمارهٔ 218–در ازل هر کو به فیضِ دولت ارزانی بُوَد

غزل شمارهٔ 219–کنون که در چمن آمد گُل از عَدَم به وجود

غزل شمارهٔ 224–خوشا دلی که مدام از پِی نظر نرود

غزل شمارهٔ 225–ساقی حدیثِ سرو و گل و لاله می‌رود