آڈیوز
یہ صفحہ صرف صداکار عندلیب کی دستیاب آڈیوز دکھاتا ہے۔
صداکار عندلیب کی آڈیوز میں حافظ کی کتاب غزلیات
Tress dishevelled; sweat expressed; lip laughing; intoxicated; Garment rent; song-singing; goblet in His hand;
Last night, the news of the beloved, journey-made, gave the wind: To the wind, I also give my heart. Whatever it be-be.
Every one, who, his heart collected and the beloved acceptable hath, Happiness became his fellow-companion; and fortune, his fellow-sitter, he hath.
Every one, who regardeth the people of fidelity, Him, in every state, from calamity God preserveth.
Tis the 'id ; and, at last, the rose and friends (are) in expectation : Saki ! in the king's (resplendent) face, behold the (effulgent) moon ; and bring wine.
O breeze! from the dust of the (true) Beloved's path, a perfume bring: My heart's grief, take; glad tidings of the heart-possessor bring.
O breeze ! if by the bank of the river Araxes, thou pass, Upon the dust of that valley, a kiss express ; and thy breath (from the perfumed dust) musky make.
Sufi ! a beautiful rose pluck ; and to the thorn the patched religious garment, give For pleasant tasting wine, this thy dry austerity, give
The gardener (the holy traveller) if, for a space of five days, (a life-time), the society of the rose (the true Beloved) is necessary for him, Against the tyranny of the thorn of separation, the patience of the (patient) bulbul is necessary for him.
The thought of the bulbul (the holy traveller) all is that, that the rose (the true Beloved), his beloved may be : The rose, in thought how, in her work, grace she may display.
Bitter (strong) wine, whose power is man-overthrowing, I desire : Perchance, a moment, from the world and its iniquity and clamour, I may rest.
O happy ! Shiraz, and its peerless site : O Lord ! it from decline, preserve.
When His (the true Beloved's) tress, ambergris-diffusing, the breeze (fate and destiny) dishevelled, Every shattered one, with whom it (the breeze) joined, his life fresh became.
O Lord! that fresh laughing rose whom to me, Thou entrustedest, To Thee, on account of the envious ones of the sward, I entrust.
From me, tranquillity, power, and sense took, The idol of stony heart, of silvern lobe (of ear).
At morn, from the invisible messenger, to my ear reached the glad tidings : " Tis the age of Shah Shuja ' (the soul) ; wine (love's tumult), boldly drink !"
Last night from the corner of the wine-house, an invisible messenger Spake : " Sin, they pardon : wine, drink !"
In the age of the king, fault-forgiving, crime-covering, Flagon-drinker, became Hafiz ; and cup-drinker, the mufti.
Last night, to me, a mystery-knower, keen of sense, secretly spake, Saying : " Concealed from thee, one cannot hold the mystery of the wine-seller."
O (true Beloved)! the form, all of Thine is beautiful ; and the place all of Thine, happy : My heart from the grace of the ruby lip sugar-eating of Thine, happy.
The water-bank, and the willow-root and the poetic nature and a friend, happy A companion, the sweet heart-ravisher, and the Saki, rose of cheek, happy.
The collection of beauteousness and of gracefulness is his cheek (resplendent) like the moon. But, love is not his, nor constancy. O God ! (love and constancy) give him.
Affrighted, became my heart; and careless, I, the darvish, am, As to what hath happened, to that (great) bewildered prey (my heart).
In this city, my fortune, I have tried : From this whirlpool, my chattels 'tis necessary to draw.
By the pomp of the world-kindling fortune of Shah Shuja, I swear that, for the sake of wealth and of rank, strife was mine with none.
In the dawn, when, from the private chamber of the palace of wonders, On all sides, the candle of the east (the sun) casteth splendour-rays ;
In constancy of love for Thee, renowned of the lovely ones I am like the candle ; Night-sitter in the street of head (life-) players and of profligates, I am like the candle.
In the morning for the perfume of the rose, I kept going into the rose-garden; So that, like the bulbul heart-bereft, remedy for my brain, I might make.
If fortune give aid, to my hand I will bring His skirt : If (the skirt) I draw O great the joy ! If, me, He slay great the honour !
The reed's tongue hath no desire for the explanation of separation : If not, to thee, I give the explanation of the tale of separation.
The abode of peace, unalloyed wine, and the kind companion, If ever attainable these be to thee, O excellent the grace of God !
O (beloved) ! salt rights with thy lip, hath my wounded heart : The (salt) right, preserve ; for I depart, and thee to God entrust.
O (cool) breeze of the north! the breeze of good news, thou art, That, us, at union's time, reacheth.
The breeze of love's perfume, I perceived ; and, expectant of the flashing of the lightning of union, became : O (cool) breeze of the north ! come : for, for the perfume of thy body, I die !
If, to Thy street, the power of arriving be mine, By the fortune of union with Thee, to foundation arriveth my work.
In praise of those good qualities (of the Beloved ; or of the murshid), every subtlety that I uttered, Every one who heard, said : "The sayer of this, what an excellent speaker is he!"
O Thou, whose face (is) like paradise, and ruby lip (like) the limpid water of paradise ! Soul and heart, Thy translucent water hath endowed.
Love-playing and youthfulness ; and wine of ruby hue (love) ; The assembly (of love) kindly, and the companion concordant, and ever the drinking of wine (love's bounties) :
Bird, auspicious of foot, gracious of message, welcome ! Happy thy arrival ! What news of the Friend ? He (is) where ? (His) path (is) what ?
Lover of the face youthful, joyous, newly blossomed (tender of age) am I : And, from God the joy of this grief (of love) with prayer sought have I.
Glad tidings! to (the abode of) Zu-Salam, suddenly descended safety (from calamity) : To God praise, (the praise of) the confessor of the greatest blessing !
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.
