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Ghazaliyat by Hafez, in audio recordings by سهراب سیفی
Ho! O Saki, pass around and offer the bowl: For love at first appeared easy, but difficulties have occurred.
The rectitude of work, where? and, I ruined where? Behold the distance of the Path, from where to where?
If that Bold One of Shiraz gain our heart, For His dark mole, I will give Samarkand and Bukhara.
For God’s sake. O pious ones! forth from the hand, goeth my heart. For God’s sake: O the pain that the hidden mystery should be disclosed.
To the Sultan’s attendants, who will convey this prayer “In thanks for sovereignty, away from sight drive not the beggar?”
O Sufi! come; for bright is the mirror of the cup: That thou mayst see the brightness of the wine of ruby hue.
O Saki! arise; and give the cup: Strew dust on the head of the grief of time.
The splendor of youth’s time again belongeth to the garden; The glad tidings of the rose reacheth the bulbul sweet of song.
From the fire of my heart, my chest in grief for the Beloved consumed. In this house, was a fire, that the house consumed.
O Saki! be the coming of the new year auspicious to thee: And these promises thou madest, let them not go from thy memory.
O fragrant morning breeze! The Beloved’s rest-place is where? The dwelling of that Moon, Lover-slayer, Sorcerer, is where?
In every path of Islam, the image of Thy face fellow traveler of ours is. Ever, the perfume of Thy hair, the soul-informer of ours is.
From me intoxicated, is the desire of devotion and of covenant, and of rectitude; For, in Eternity without beginning, I became renowned for wine-drinking.
Tress dishevelled; sweat expressed; lip laughing; intoxicated; Garment rent; song-singing; goblet in His hand;
Into the Magian’s cloister, came my Friend a goblet in His hand: With wine intoxicated, He with his eye intoxicated the wine-dirnkers.
By the Khwaja’s soul, and by ancient right, and by true covenant, That, at the breath of dawn, prayer for thy welfare is my companion.
When the form of thy heart alluring eye-brow, God established. In thy glances, the solving of my work, He established.
To him that hath chosen solitude, of the spectacle is what need? When the street of the Beloved is, of the desert is what need?
Come! For most unstable is the foundation of the Palace of Hope: Bring the cup; for the foundation of Life is on the wind.
