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Ghazaliyat by Hafez, in audio recordings by شاپرک شیرازی
Bird, auspicious of foot, gracious of message, welcome ! Happy thy arrival ! What news of the Friend ? He (is) where ? (His) path (is) what ?
Saki (true Beloved) ! come back; for of Thy service, desirous I am: Of Thy service, and of prayer-uttering for Thy fortune, desirous I am.
Last night, me, from power took (and ruined) the (languishing) sickness of Thy eye; But, from the bounty of Thy lip, the form of (new) life, I established.
Beyond limit this that from my hand, went religion and knowledge, Come, say what joy from love for Thee, I established ?
So that me, to the wind of destruction thou give not, to the dishevelling breeze, thy tress give not: So that my foundation of life, thou take not, the foundation of disdain, establish not.
Openly, I speak; and of my own utterance, heart-happy am I : Love's slave, I am ; and of both worlds, free am I.
Years, the pursuit of the service of profligates I made : Until, by wisdom's decree, greed into prison, I put.
Last night, with a torrent of tears, sleep's path, I dashed : In memory of Thy down, a (vanishing) picture on water, I dashed.
Although old, shattered of heart, powerless, I have become, Whenever I recollected Thy face, made, young I became.
(O true Beloved !) on the workshop of the eye, the form of Thy face, I drew : An idol in Thy form, not I saw ; not I heard.
Although, from His tress, a knot (of difficulty) hath fallen upon my work : Even so, from His liberality, the solution (of it) I expect.
If the dust of the sole of my idol's foot give aid ; (With it) on the tablet of vision, a dusty line (whereby my vision may be increased), I will draw :
In the secret house of my ease (the heart), a sweet idol (the true Beloved), I have : From Whose tress-tip and cheek, the horse-shoe (of agitation) in the. fire I have.
With the true Beloved, a covenant is mine that : " As long as in body, life I have : " The well-wishers of His street, (dear) like my own (precious) life I hold."
Who am I that, over that fragrant (noble) mind, I should pass: Thou doest me favours. O dust of Thy door ! the crown of my head, be !
In the morning, Jauza (Gemini) placed before me the preservation (the small Kuran) : That is : The King's slave, I am ; and the oath, I ate.
Like the morning (of laughing forehead) Thou art; and the candle of the chamber of the morning, I am : Smile ; and behold how (for Thee) my soul, I surrender.
With the point of Thy arrow-glance, at my heart, strike not ; For, before Thy sick (languishing) eye, I die.
At the time of the evening-prayer of strangers when weeping I begin, With moans like a stranger, my tale, I compose.
If again befall me passing into the tavern of the Magians (the perfect murshid), The produce of the khirka and of the prayer-mat, running (recklessly) I will play away (and lose).
Where, the glad tidings of union with Thee, so that, from desire of life, I may rise? The holy bird (of paradise) am I ; from the world's snare, I rise.
In the pursuit of the desire of visiting my own (native) Land, why should I not be ? The dust of the head of my (true) Beloved's street, why should I not be ?
The friend I am of the sweet face; and of the heart-alluring hair: Distraught with the intoxicated eye, I am ; and with pure unalloyed wine.
When to the rose-bed of the eye, passeth the fancy of Thy face, For the sake of beholding Thee, cometh the heart to the window of the eye.
Although from the heart's fire, like a (foaming) jar of wine, in tumult I am, The seal (of silence) on my lip pressed, the blood (of grief) I drink ; and silent I am.
For the reproof of the adversaries if I care, Lustre, taketh not my way of profligacy and of intoxication.
The dust of my body is the veil of the (true) Beloved's face ; O happy that moment when from off this face, the veil I cast!
Passed have forty years and more since I expressed this boast: " Of the servants of the Pir of the Magians, the least am I."
Tis a life-time since, in search (of good fame), everyday, a pace I cast: Every moment, the hand of entreaty on good fame I cast.
Not that profligate am I that abandoning of the (true) Beloved and of the cup I make : An act like this, the muhtasib knoweth seldom do I make.
Last night, I said : " Out from my head, the passion for His face I will put." He (the true Beloved) said : " The chain where, that the arrangement (of binding) this distraught one, I may make ?"
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.
From the (true) Beloved, is my pain ; and my remedy, also: A sacrifice for Him, became my heart, and my life, also.
A hundred times, before the dust of Thy foot, our face we have placed, Hypocrisy and dissimulation, aside we have placed.
Not in pursuit of pomp and of pageant, to this door (of the murshid) . we have come : For shelter from ill-fortune, here we have come.
The decision of the Pir of the Magians, I have; and an old saying, it is, That unlawful is wine there, where is neither the friend nor the companion.
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.
The eye (of expectation) of friendship from friends we had : Verily, 'twas mistake that which we thought.
At the head of the wine-house, the morning-lesson (prayer), aside we have laid In the path of the true Beloved, the in-gathering of prayer, we have placed.
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.
One night, our hand we shall uplift ; and a prayer we shall make. For the grief of separation from Thee, a remedy from some place we shall make.
Evil (of any) we utter not ; inclination to the injustice (of any) we make not : Black, the face of any one ; and blue, our own religious garment, we make not,
Happy is my head : and with loud shout, I speak ; Saying : " Life's breeze from the cup (of the wine of unity) I seek."
Times I have said ; and again I say, That, heart bereft, not of myself, have I gone this Path (of love).
To the shattered one, when thou comest, the Fatiha recite : Thy lip, open : for life to the dead, the ruby of thy lip giveth.
(O true Beloved!) for God's sake, with khirka-wearers (hypocrites), little sit ; From resourceless profligates (inwardly pure and clean) Thy face, conceal not.
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,
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.
