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Ghazaliyat by Hafez, in audio recordings by محمدرضاکاکائی
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.
Obtained was the sight (of the true Beloved) and the kiss, and the embrace also : To fortune, thanks I owe ; and to time, also.
Heart given from the hand, lovers, void of grief, intoxicated, (selfless and powerless), we are : Fellow-associate of love, boon-companions of the cup of wine, we are.
Arise ! so that by the wine-house door, an opening (of the heart) we may seek.; In the path of the Friend, may sit; and our purpose seek.
From us, wherefore seeketh thou peace, when, to the intoxicated, an invitation we uttered : At the revolution of thy intoxicated eye, farewell to safety we uttered.
Permit us to pass by the highway of the tavern ; For, for a draught, in need of this (tavern-) door, we are all.
(O murshid !) come ; sq that the rose (of ease and of pleasure) we may scatter, and, into the cup (of existence ; or of the heart), the wine (of love and of divine knowledge) cast, (By our inward strength) the roof of the sky we rend ; and (to the height of another heaven) a new way, cast.
O Sufi ! come ; the khirka of hypocrisy, off we will draw : On (across) the head of this picture of hypocrisy, the cancelling line, we will draw
Friends ! in the rose-season, that best that " for pleasure we strive : " (This) the word of the Pir of the Magians (the murshid) is. With soul, let us listen.
Times I have said ; and again I say, That, heart bereft, not of myself, have I gone this Path (of love).
Although, apparently, the slaves of the King are we, (By weeping and wailing), Kings of the country of the morning (when prayers are answered) are we.
To the shattered one, when thou comest, the Fatiha recite : Thy lip, open : for life to the dead, the ruby of thy lip giveth.
As much as my grief (of love) to the physicians, I uttered, (Me) the wretched stranger they remedied not.
O Lord ! that musky (fragrant) deer (my beloved), back to Khutan (safely), cause to reach ; And back to the sward that straight, moving, cypress, cause to reach.
The Shah of those box-tree of stature, Khusrau of those sweet of mouth, Who, with His eye-lash, the centre (of an army) all rank-shatterers, shattereth,
Like the rose, momently, by thy fragrance, the garment of my body, Rent, I make from collar to skirt.
Knowest thou what fortune is? 'Tis beholding the sight of the (true) Beloved : In His street, beggary to royalty preferring.
That one, am I who am renowned for love-playing; Not that one, am I who have stained my eye with ill seeing.
O Thou, whose face, moon in appearance, (is) the fresh spring of beauty; Whose mole and down (are), the centre of grace, and the circle of beauty !
(O Beloved !) for Thy rose-leaf (ruddy face), of the musky (fragrant) hyacinth (the tress), the veil make ; That is Thy face conceal ; and a world ruined make.
O Saki ! 'tis the morn (of youth) ; full of wine (of divine knowledge), a goblet make: The sky's revolution delayeth not ; haste make.
(O true Beloved!) by the door enter; and our chamber luminous make : The air of the assembly of souls perfumed - make.
O light of my eye (the holy traveller) ! a matter there is, hear : "Since thy cup (of love for God) is full ; cause others to drink; and thyself drink.
A heart-alluring subtlety, I utter, "The mole of that one moon of face, behold. " Bound with the chain of that tress, my reason and soul behold,"
Ruby wine (love for the true Beloved) drink; and the face of those moon of forehead (Arifs of God) - behold : Contrary to the religious order of those (Abids, and Zahids, outward worshippers), the beauty of these (the Arifs of God) behold.
On the rank of profligates keep casting a glance better than this ; To the door of the wine-house establish a thorough-fare better than this.
O thou (that hast) the kaba of sovereignty, true to the stature- of thine; Decoration (hath) the crown and the seal-ring from the lofty jewel of thine.
Pleasure's rose-bush blossometh : the Saki, rose of cheek, where ? Bloweth the spring breeze ; the pleasant tasting wine, where?
If, in the street of that moon (the true Beloved) the sword (of calamity) rain, (Beneath it), the neck, we have placed. The order is of God.
Last night, to the door of the wine-house, I went, sleep stained The khirka wet of skirt, and the prayer-mat, wine stained
In the early morn, when intoxicated with the night's wine, The cup, I took, with the harp and the flute.
Saki ! come ; for the goblet of the tulip hath become full of wine : Mutterings, how long? raving words till when ?
His lip, I kiss ; and down drink its wine ; To the water of life I have taken my foot.
O Saki ! intoxicated with love's cup, I am ; give a little wine. Full, make the goblet ; for, without wine, the assembly hath not (even) a little lustre.
O thou that, on the moon (of thy radiant face), the veil of musky hair castest, Kindness, thou didst ; on the sun (thy effulgent face, so that from love's fire, lovers should not consume) a shade thou castest.
By her two tresses, Salma bound my heart ; Yet, every day, my soul crieth to me : "Come and die ! "
By His (the true Beloved's) soul I swear that if power of (sacrificing) my life had been, The humble offering of His slave, it would have been.
If, like the (lofty) cypress, a moment thou move in a rose-garden, In envy of thy face, every rose suffereth a thorn.
'Tis a city full of graceful ones ; and, on every side, an idol. O friends ! 'tis love's salutation, if ye make , a bargain.
(O beloved ! ) come ; towards us this hatred exercise not ; For the light of ancient society, thou hast.
O thou that lawful, the separation of lovers holdest; (And) apart from thy bosom, lovers holdest !
Tis a time when expectant, us thou keepest; , Not in the way of others, thy slaves, thou keepest.
On the day of judgment, thee the sky happily aided ; Let us see thanks, how thou mayst offer; in thanks, what thou mayst bring.
From the street of the friend (the perfect murshid), came the fragrant breeze of the nau-ruz (guidance in the Path to God) ; From this breeze, if them desire aid, the lamp of the heart, thou mayest kindle.
In fruitlessness and lustfulness, passed my life : O son ! me, the cup of wine, give, so that to old age thou mayst reach.
With this beauteous writing that on the rose of thy cheek thou drawest, On the page (leaf) of the rose, and of the rose-bed, the line (of effacement) thou drawest.
Since my Sulaima went to 'Irak. Through love for her, I meet with what I meet with, (the pain of separation).
O mouth, thou resembleth a casket of pearls ! O Lord ! around thy face, how fit became the line of a new moon ?
The salutation of God as long as nights recur (till the judgment day) ; And as long as the lutes of two, or three, strings respond (to each other ; or to the singer)
