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Ghazaliyat by Hafez, in audio recordings by پریسا جلیلی
If that Bold One of Shiraz gain our heart, For His dark mole, I will give Samarkand and Bukhara.
The fresh ruby, thirsty for blood the ruby lip of the Beloved of mine is Yet for seeing Him, life-surrendering the work of mine is.
A nightingale had a rose-leaf, pleasant of hue in his beak, And, on that leaf and pleasant food, bitter lamentation held.
O Lord! devise a means, whereby in safety my Beloved May come back, and release me from the claw of reproach.
(O true Beloved !) before this, more than this, thine, thought of (thy) lover was : Thy (great) love-display to us, the talk of climes was.
Back to Kin'an, lost Yusuf cometh : suffer not grief : One day, the sorrowful cell becometh the rose-garden : suffer not grief.
From me, tranquillity, power, and sense took, The idol of stony heart, of silvern lobe (of ear).
Me, Thou beholdest ; and, in a moment, my pain, greater Thou makest ; Thee, I behold ; and momently my inclination for Thee greater becometh.
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.
For a long time past, in the tavern (of love, of manifestations, of glories), service (in {rue love to God, in manifestations, and in fearful contemplation), I have been doing : In the garment of poverty (as a fakir), the work of people of fortune (those joined to God), I keep doing.
To the shattered one, when thou comest, the Fatiha recite : Thy lip, open : for life to the dead, the ruby of thy lip giveth.
Mine is an eye, blood-shedding on account of the eye of that bow eyebrow ; Full of tumult will become the world on account of that eye, and of that eyebrow.
