آڈیوز
یہ صفحہ صرف صداکار عبدالحمید ضیایی کی دستیاب آڈیوز دکھاتا ہے۔
صداکار عبدالحمید ضیایی کی آڈیوز میں حافظ کی کتاب غزلیات
Ho! O Saki, pass around and offer the bowl: For love at first appeared easy, but difficulties have occurred.
O Heart-ravisher! thou art not a speech-recognizer. Here, the fault is: When thou hearest the speech of people of heart speak not saying: “A fault it is.”
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.
Blossomed is the red rose; and intoxicated is the nightingale; The invitation to merriment O Lovers, wine-worshipping!
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.
With fancy for Thee, what desire for wine is ours? To the jar say: “Take thy head; for the jar-house is ruined.”
With a single hair of its, a thousand hearts, the tress bound, The path of a thousand remedies bound.
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?
The chamber of vision of my eye is the dwelling of Thine: Show courtesy, and alight, for this house is the House of Thine.
O admonisher! Go about thy own work: what is this tumult? From the hand, my heart hath fallen: what hath befallen thee?
At this time, a friend, who is free from defect, Is the goblet of pure wine, and the song-book.
Every one, who regardeth the people of fidelity, Him, in every state, from calamity God preserveth.
In the morning-time, me the opportunity of drinking one or two cups (of manifestations of glories) had befallen : And into my palate from the lip of the SakI (whose quality is discourse), wine delight-giving had fallen.
Ravished is my heart by one like a singing girl, clamour-exciter, False of promise, slayer by nature, and colour (of deceit) mixer.
Last night, to the door of the wine-house, I went, sleep stained The khirka wet of skirt, and the prayer-mat, wine stained
