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Ghazaliyat by Hafez, in audio recordings by محمدرضاکاکائی
O breeze! with softness speak to the beautiful fawn, Saying: Thou hast given to us desire for the mountain and the desert.
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.”
O chaste beloved! Who draweth the fastening of the veil of thee? O bird of Paradise! grain and water, who giveth thee?
The great curve that, into the bow, thy told eye-brow cast, In design of the blood of me, miserable, powerless, it cast.
Went heart and faith; and the Heart-Ravisher with reproach arose, And said: “Sit not with me; for, from thee, safety hath risen.”
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.
Tress dishevelled; sweat expressed; lip laughing; intoxicated; Garment rent; song-singing; goblet in His hand;
Into the Magian’s cloister, came my Friend a goblet in His hand: With wine intoxicated, He with his eye intoxicated the wine-dirnkers.
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.
What men of our closed circle call “the Night of Power” to-night is. O Lord! from what constellation, this effect of fortune is?
Though wine is joy exciting! and the breeze rose-enslaving, Drink not wine to the sound of the harp. For bold the Muhtaseb is.
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.
Since the presentation of skill before the Beloved disrespect, is The tongue, silent; yet, the mouth full of Arabia is.
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.
By concord with darkish beauty, the world Thy beauty took. Yes; by concord, the world one can take.
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.”
O hidden from sight! to God, I entrust, thee. Thou consumedest my soul; yet with heart, friend I hold thee.
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.
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.
The day of union of friends remember: Those times, remember, remember!
If, to limit, the Sufi drink wine to him, sweet may it be! If not, the thought of this work of his, forgotten be!
Wonderful harmony and great melody, my minstrel of love hath: Every picture of the hidden that he striketh, path to place hath.
Without the Beloved’s beauty, inclination for the world, my soul hath not: O God, every one who this hath not, that hath not.
Into the curve of that doubled tress, the hand one cannot put: Reliance on Thy covenant and the morning breeze, one cannot make.
Friends! repentance of veiledness, the daughter of the vine made: To the Mohtaseb she went; and by permission the work made.
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.
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.”
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.
If the Saki the wine into the cup, in this way cast All the Arefs into ever drinking, He will cast.
In eternity without beginning, of glory, the splendor-ray of Thy beauty boasted. Revealed became love; and, upon all the world, fire dashed.
Not all purity without alloy is the coat of the Sufi; O many a Khirka, that is worthy of the fire!
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.
Thou wrotest not the account of thy state; and, passed some time: Where a confidant so that to thee, I may send some message?
For profligacy and love, my censure that foolish one maketh; Who, on the mysteries of men of hidden knowledge, criticism maketh.
One day, when recollection of us thy musky reed maketh, It will take reward: Two hundred slaves that free, it maketh_
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.
Those Mursheds, who, with their glance alchemy of the dust make, At us, eye-cornering, do they make?
Thou knowest what tale that the harp and the lyre make? Secretly drink ye wine that thee precious they may make.
Wine without adulteration and the Saki pleasing are two snares of the Path, From whose noose, (even) the wise ones of the world escape not.
That friend, by whom our house the (happy) dwelling of the Pari was, Head to foot, free from defect, a Pari was.
In eternity without beginning, endowed with the bounty of fortune (love for God), whoever is The cup of his desire, to eternity without end, the fellow-companion of his soul is.
Now that from non-existence to existence into the sward (the world, the field of this, and of the next, world) hath come the rose (man) And, at its foot, the violet in homage hath laid its head,
O happy that heart that, ever, after the illusory goeth not, To every door whereto they call him not, without notice (invitation) he goeth not.
Saki ! the tale of the cypress and the rose and the tulip goeth. And with the three washers (cups of wine), this dispute goeth.
