Audio recordings
This page shows only audio recordings by پری ساتکنی عندلیب.
Ghazaliyat by Hafez, in audio recordings by پری ساتکنی عندلیب
O Lord! in the street of the wine-house (the corner of Hafiz's heart), in the morning (the end of youth, the beginning of old age), what tumult (of zikr), that was : For, the clamour of the lovely one, and of the Saki (the form of God that, at the beginning of zikr is the spectacle-place of zakirs) ; and of the candle, and of the fire-grate (the fervour of divine lights, and the descending of endless bounties) was.
That friend, by whom our house the (happy) dwelling of the Pari was, Head to foot, free from defect, a Pari was.
O Muslims (kind of heart) ! once a heart, mine was. Whereto I used to utter (revelations) if a difficulty 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,
From the eye, all over our face, the heart's blood goeth : From the eye, against our face, thou seest not what (calamity) goeth.
When I place my hand on the tip of His tress, in wrath He goeth : If I seek concord, with a head (full) of rebuke, He goeth.
Every one, who on account of shame, away from the head of Thy street, goeth, His work proceedeth not ; and, at last, to shame, he goeth.
From the tablet of my heart and soul, Thy image, ever goeth not : From my recollection, that proudly moving cypress ever goeth not.
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.
I fear lest, in respect of our grief, tears, the screen-render should be, And, in the world, this sealed mystery a (revealed) tale should be.
Although to the city-admonisher, easy this matter becometh not : So long as hypocrisy and deceit, he practiseth, Musulman, he becometh not
If, from thy garden, I pluck a rose, what may it be ? (If), by thy lamp (of splendour), I see before my feet what may it be?
If the heart draw me to musky wine, it befitteth : For, from austerity and hypocrisy, the perfume of goodness cometh not.
To the (true Beloved), I said : " Grief for Thee, I have." He said : " To an end (when union is attained), thy grief cometh:" I spake saying: "Be my moon (make luminous like the moon my eye and bosom)." He said : " (I will be thy moon), if forth, (the chance) cometh."
In desire of that I am that, if, forth from my hand, it come, I may fix my hand upon a work such that the end of grief may come.
From desire (of the beloved), I restrain not my hand until my desire cometh forth : Either to the beloved, my body reacheth ; or, from the body, my soul cometh forth.
When from the east, the cup (the holy traveller's existence) the sun of wine (of love) cometh up. From the garden of the cheek, of the Saki (the Murshid), many a tulip (of freshness) cometh up.
O how happy the time when the Beloved cometh back. When to the desire of the grief-stricken, the grief-consoler cometh back !
If, by my door, that holy bird (the true Beloved) come back : To me, elderly of head, my passed life may come back.
The breath (of life) issued; and forth from thee, my desire (of union) cometh not. Clamour ! for, forth from sleep, my fortune cometh not.
On account of the new moon (of the 'id), on the eye-brow of the 'id, the world drew indigo (applied kuhl) On (in) the (curved) eye-brow of the beloved, the new (crescent) moon it is proper to see.
Arrived the glad news that come hath spring; and up-sprung the verdure : If the allowance arrive, its expenditure will be the rose and wine.
O dear friends ! of the friend of the night,- bring ye to mind : The duties of sincere service, bring ye to mind.
Come for the standard of Mansur, the King - hath arrived. To the sun and the moon, the joyous news of victory with glad tidings hath arrived.
O intimate friends (the crowd of lovers)! from the (true) Beloved's (black) tress, the knot (the forbidder of glories) open make ye Happy is such a night ! it, with this union (with the tress), long make ye.
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.
Tis the 'id ; and, at last, the rose and friends (are) in expectation : Saki ! in the king's (resplendent) face, behold the (effulgent) moon ; and bring wine.
O breeze (murshid) ! thy passing by the dwelling of the (true) Beloved, keep not back : For the wretched lover (Hafiz), news of Him (the true Beloved) keep not back.
O breeze from such a one's street, me, a perfume bring. Weeping and sad of grief, I am ; me, ease of soul, bring:
(O beloved !) display thy face and my existence from my mind take : And the harvest of those consumed, (lovers) say : " O wind ! all take."
Tis the night of power; and closed is the book of separation : On that night, is safety to the rising of separation.
If life were, to the wine-house, I would go another time: Save the service of profligates, I would do no other work.
O thou, from the splendour of whose cheek, is joyous the tulip-bed of life Come back ; for, without the rose of thy cheek, spilleth the spring of life.
Again, from the branch of the straight cypress, the patient bulbul Shouted glad tidings, saying : " From the face of the rose, far be the evil eye !"
Back to Kin'an, lost Yusuf cometh : suffer not grief : One day, the sorrowful cell becometh the rose-garden : suffer not grief.
A piece of advice, I make thee ; listen ; make no excuse : "Whatever the kind admonisher saith to thee, accept."
(O true Beloved !) display Thy face ; and to me speak, saying : " From life thy heart up take :" Say : "Before the candle, with soul, the fire of the moth kindle."
Thanks a thousand, that, again, to my desire, I beheld thee, In truth and purity, concordant with my heart, become.
Who, for the sight of the (true) Beloved, opened my eye, that one am I : O work-door, slave -cherisher ! what thanks to Thee, shall I utter ?
O thou dainty cypress of beauty that with grace sweetly movest ! Momently, to lovers, (are) a hundred needs of Thy grace.
(O true Beloved!) come, so that, in my shattered (and grief-stricken) heart, power may enter again : Come so that, in my dead body, life may enter again.
The state of bloody hearts, who uttereth again From the sky, (revenge for) the blood of Jamshid, who seeketh again ?
(O true Beloved !) come ; and, upon the river of wine, our boat-shaped wine-cup cast : Into the soul of the shaikh (the old) and of the youth, shouting and howling, (in envy thereof) cast.
(O Saki ! ) arise ; and into the cup of gold, joyous water (wine ; the intoxication of love) cast : Before that the cap of the head (the skull), dust becometh cast.
Through desire of thy lip, forth cometh not my desire yet In the hope of the cup of thy ruby (lip), a dreg-drinker am I yet.
Ravished is my heart by one like a singing girl, clamour-exciter, False of promise, slayer by nature, and colour (of deceit) mixer.
From the world's rose-garden one rose of cheek (is) for us enough : From this sward, the shade of that moving cypress (the true Beloved is) for us enough.
O heart! the companion of thy journey, fortune, well-wishing, (is) for thee enough : The footman of the path, the breeze of the garden of Shiraz (is), for thee enough.
