Ghazaliyat by Hafez, in audio recordings by سهیل قاسمی

غزل شمارهٔ 88–شنیده‌ام سخنی خوش که پیرِ کنعان گفت

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.”

غزل شمارهٔ 89–یا رب سببی ساز که یارم به سلامت

O Lord! devise a means, whereby in safety my Beloved May come back, and release me from the claw of reproach.

غزل شمارهٔ 90–ای هدهد صبا به سبا می‌فرستمت

O lapwing of the east wind! to Saba, I send thee: Behold from where to where, I send thee!

غزل شمارهٔ 91–ای غایب از نظر به خدا می‌سپارمت

O hidden from sight! to God, I entrust, thee. Thou consumedest my soul; yet with heart, friend I hold thee.

غزل شمارهٔ 92–میرِ من خوش می‌روی کاندر سر و پا میرمت

غزل شمارهٔ 93–چه لطف بود که ناگاه رَشحِهٔ قَلَمَت

What kindness it was when, suddenly, the dropping of thy pen Represented the obligations of our service according to the goodness of thee.

غزل شمارهٔ 94–زان یارِ دل‌نوازم، شُکری است با شکایت

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.

غزل شمارهٔ 95–مدامم مست می‌دارد نسیمِ جَعدِ گیسویت

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.

غزل شمارهٔ 96–دردِ ما را نیست درمان الغیاث

غزل شمارهٔ 97–تویی که بر سرِ خوبانِ کشوری چون تاج

غزل شمارهٔ 98–اگر به مذهبِ تو خونِ عاشق است مُباح

غزل شمارهٔ 99–دلِ من در هوایِ روی فرخ

My heart, in desire of the face of Farrukh, Is in confusion like the hair of Farrukh.

غزل شمارهٔ 100–دی پیر می‌فروش که ذکرش به خیر باد

Yesterday, the Pir, the wine-seller whose mention be for good! Said: “Drink wine; and, from recollection, take the heart’s grief.”

غزل شمارهٔ 101–شراب و عیش نهان چیست؟ کارِ بی‌بنیاد

Wine and hidden pleasure, what are they? Baseless work. On the ranks of profligates we dashed. What is fit to be-be!

غزل شمارهٔ 102–دوش آگهی ز یارِ سفر کرده داد باد

Last night, the news of the beloved, journey-made, gave the wind: To the wind, I also give my heart. Whatever it be-be.

غزل شمارهٔ 103–روز وصلِ دوستداران یاد باد

The day of union of friends remember: Those times, remember, remember!

غزل شمارهٔ 104–جمالت آفتابِ هر نظر باد

The sun of every vision, Thy beauty be More beautiful than the beauty, Thy beautiful face be.

غزل شمارهٔ 105–صوفی ار باده به اندازه خورَد نوشش باد

If, to limit, the Sufi drink wine to him, sweet may it be! If not, the thought of this work of his, forgotten be!

غزل شمارهٔ 106–تَنَت به نازِ طبیبان نیازمند مباد

In need of the physician’s care, thy body be not; Vexed by injury, thy tender existence be not!

غزل شمارهٔ 107–حُسن تو همیشه در فزون باد

Ever increasing, Thy beauty be! All years, tulip-hued, Thy face be.

غزل شمارهٔ 108–خسروا گویِ فلک در خَمِ چوگان تو باد

O Lord! the ball of the sky in the curve of the polo of thine be: The place of existence and of dwelling the space of the plain of thine be!

غزل شمارهٔ 109–دیر است که دل‌دار پیامی نفرستاد

‘Tis a long time; and the Heart-possessor a message sent not; A letter, wrote not; and a salutation, sent not.

غزل شمارهٔ 110–پیرانه سَرم عشقِ جوانی به سر افتاد

Elderly of head, into my head youthful love, hath fallen: And that mystery that, in the heart, I concealed, out hath fallen.

غزل شمارهٔ 111–عکسِ رویِ تو چو در آینهٔ جام افتاد

When, into the mirror of the cup, the reflection of Thy face fell, From the laughter of wine, into the crude desire of the cup, the Aref fell.

غزل شمارهٔ 112–آن که رخسارِ تو را رنگِ گل و نسرین داد

Who, to thy cheek, the hue of the rose and of the wild rose gave, To me, miserable, patience and ease, can give.

غزل شمارهٔ 113–بنفشه دوش به گل گفت و خوش نشانی داد

Last night, to the rose, the violet spake; and a sweet trace gave, Saying: “In the world, me, torment a certain one’s tress gave.”

غزل شمارهٔ 114–همایِ اوجِ سعادت به دامِ ما افتد

The Homa of the height of felicity to the snare of ours falleth. If, Thy passing to the dwelling of ours falleth.

غزل شمارهٔ 115–درختِ دوستی بنشان که کامِ دل به بار آرد

Plant the tree of friendship, that, to fruit, the heart’s desire bringeth: Up-pluck the bush of enmity, that countless troubles bringeth.

غزل شمارهٔ 116–کسی که حُسن و خَطِ دوست در نظر دارد

That one that, in his vision, the beauty of the line of the Beloved hath; Certain it is that the acquisition of vision he hath.

غزل شمارهٔ 117–دل ما به دور رویت ز چمن فَراغ دارد

At the time of His face, retirement from the sward, our heart hath: For, like the cypress, foot-binding it is; and like the tulip, stain it hath.

غزل شمارهٔ 118–آن کس که به دست جام دارد

That one who, in his hand the cup hath. Ever the sovereignty of Jamshid hath.

غزل شمارهٔ 119–دلی که غیب نمای است و جامِ جم دارد

That heart that is the hidden-displayer; and that the cup of Jamshid hath, For a seal ring, that awhile became lost, what grief it hath?

غزل شمارهٔ 120–بتی دارم که گِرد گل ز سُنبل سایه‌بان دارد

I have an idol that, the canopy of the hyacinth around the rose hath: A line in the blood of the Arghavan, the spring of his cheek hath.

غزل شمارهٔ 121–هر آن کاو خاطِرِ مَجموع و یارِ نازنین دارد

Every one, who, his heart collected and the beloved acceptable hath, Happiness became his fellow-companion; and fortune, his fellow-sitter, he hath.

غزل شمارهٔ 122–هر آن‌که جانِبِ اَهْلِ خُدا نگه دارد

Every one, who regardeth the people of fidelity, Him, in every state, from calamity God preserveth.

غزل شمارهٔ 123–مطربِ عشق عجب ساز و نوایی دارد

Wonderful harmony and great melody, my minstrel of love hath: Every picture of the hidden that he striketh, path to place hath.

غزل شمارهٔ 124–آن که از سُنبُلِ او، غالیه تابی دارد

That one, from whose hyacinth lock, a great torment, ambergris hath. Again, with those heart-gone, grace and reproach hath.

غزل شمارهٔ 125–شاهد آن نیست که موییّ و میانی دارد

That one is not the beloved, who hath a hair and a waist: Be the slave of the form of that one who, ravishingness to the highest degree, hath.

غزل شمارهٔ 126–جان، بی‌جمالِ جانان میلِ جهان ندارد

Without the Beloved’s beauty, inclination for the world, my soul hath not: O God, every one who this hath not, that hath not.

غزل شمارهٔ 127–روشنیِ طلعتِ تو ماه ندارد

The luminosity of Thy face, the moon halt not: In comparison with Thee, the glory of grass, the rose hath not.

غزل شمارهٔ 128–نیست دَر شهر نگاری که دلِ ما بِبَرَد

In this city is no idol that, our heart, taketh: If fortune be my friend, hence my chattels, it taketh.

غزل شمارهٔ 129–اگر نه باده غمِ دل ز یادِ ما بِبَرَد

If, the heart’s grief from our memory, the cup do not take. The foundation of our work, the anxiety of the vicissitudes will take.

غزل شمارهٔ 130–سحر بلبل حکایت با صبا کرد

In the morning, the nightingale told a tale to the east wind, Saying: for us what love for the face of the rose made.

غزل شمارهٔ 131–بیا که تُرکِ فلک خوانِ روزه غارت کرد

Come; for plunder of the tray of fasting, the Turk of the sky hath made: Hint at the circulation of the cup, the new crescent moon hath made.

غزل شمارهٔ 132–به آبِ روشنِ می، عارفی طهارت کرد

With the luminous liquid of wine, an Aref purification made, Early in the morning when, to the wine-house, visit he made.

غزل شمارهٔ 133–صوفی نَهاد دام و سَرِ حُقِّه، باز کَرْد

The Sufi laid the snare; and open, the cover of his box, made. With the sky sorcery-playing, the structure of deceit, he made.

غزل شمارهٔ 134–بلبلی خونِ دلی خورد و گلی حاصل کرد

A nightingale drank the blood of the liver, and gained a rose: With a hundred thorns, perturbed his heart, the wind of, envy made.

غزل شمارهٔ 135–چو باد، عزمِ سرِ کویِ یار خواهم کرد

Like the wind, resolution of the head of the Beloved’s street, I will make: By His pleasant perfume, my own breath, musk-raining, I will make.

غزل شمارهٔ 136–دست در حلقهٔ آن زلفِ دوتا نتوان کرد

Into the curve of that doubled tress, the hand one cannot put: Reliance on Thy covenant and the morning breeze, one cannot make.

غزل شمارهٔ 137–دل از من بُرد و روی از من نهان کرد

My heart from me, He took; concealed from me, His face, Lie made: For God’s sake! with whom can this sport be made?