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صداکار محمدرضاکاکائی کی آڈیوز میں حافظ کی کتاب غزلیات
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غزل شمارهٔ 4صبا به لُطف بگو آن غزالِ رَعنا را
O breeze! with softness speak to the beautiful fawn, Saying: Thou hast given to us desire for the mountain and the desert.
غزل شمارهٔ 14گفتم ای سلطانِ خوبان رحم کن بر این غریب
I said: “O Sultan of lovely ones! show pity to this poor stranger.” He said: “In the desire of his own heart, loseth his way the wretched stranger.”
غزل شمارهٔ 15ای شاهد قدسی، کِه کَشَد بند نقابت؟
O chaste beloved! Who draweth the fastening of the veil of thee? O bird of Paradise! grain and water, who giveth thee?
غزل شمارهٔ 16خَمی که ابرویِ شوخِ تو در کمان انداخت
The great curve that, into the bow, thy told eye-brow cast, In design of the blood of me, miserable, powerless, it cast.
غزل شمارهٔ 21دل و دینم شد و دلبر به ملامت برخاست
Went heart and faith; and the Heart-Ravisher with reproach arose, And said: “Sit not with me; for, from thee, safety hath risen.”
غزل شمارهٔ 24مطلب طاعت و پیمان و صلاح از من مست
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.
غزل شمارهٔ 26زلفآشفته و خِویکرده و خندانلب و مست
Tress dishevelled; sweat expressed; lip laughing; intoxicated; Garment rent; song-singing; goblet in His hand;
غزل شمارهٔ 27در دیرِ مغان آمد، یارم قدحی در دست
Into the Magian’s cloister, came my Friend a goblet in His hand: With wine intoxicated, He with his eye intoxicated the wine-dirnkers.
غزل شمارهٔ 28به جانِ خواجه و حقِ قدیم و عهدِ درست
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.
غزل شمارهٔ 31آن شبِ قدری که گویند اهلِ خلوت امشب است
What men of our closed circle call “the Night of Power” to-night is. O Lord! from what constellation, this effect of fortune is?
غزل شمارهٔ 41اگر چه باده فَرَح بخش و باد گُلبیز است
Though wine is joy exciting! and the breeze rose-enslaving, Drink not wine to the sound of the harp. For bold the Muhtaseb is.
غزل شمارهٔ 44کُنون که بر کفِ گُل، جامِ بادهٔ صاف است
Now that in the palm of the rose, is the cup of pure wine, In it praise, is the nightingale with a hundred thousand tongues.
غزل شمارهٔ 44کُنون که بر کفِ گُل، جامِ بادهٔ صاف است
Now that in the palm of the rose, is the cup of pure wine, In it praise, is the nightingale with a hundred thousand tongues.
غزل شمارهٔ 64اگر چه عرض هنر پیشِ یار بیادبیست
Since the presentation of skill before the Beloved disrespect, is The tongue, silent; yet, the mouth full of Arabia is.
غزل شمارهٔ 78دیدی که یار، جُز سَرِ جور و سِتَم نَداشت
Thou sawest that, save the desire of violence and of tyranny, my beloved aught had not. He shattered the covenant; and, on account of our grief, grief had not.
غزل شمارهٔ 87حُسنت به اتفاقِ ملاحت جهان گرفت
By concord with darkish beauty, the world Thy beauty took. Yes; by concord, the world one can take.
غزل شمارهٔ 88شنیدهام 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 88شنیدهام 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 88شنیدهام 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 91ای 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 94زان 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 95مدامم 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 103روز وصلِ دوستداران یاد باد
The day of union of friends remember: Those times, remember, remember!
غزل شمارهٔ 105صوفی 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 123مطربِ 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 126جان، 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 136دست 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 142دوستان دخترِ رَز توبه ز مستوری کرد
Friends! repentance of veiledness, the daughter of the vine made: To the Mohtaseb she went; and by permission the work made.
غزل شمارهٔ 142دوستان دخترِ رَز توبه ز مستوری کرد
Friends! repentance of veiledness, the daughter of the vine made: To the Mohtaseb she went; and by permission the work made.
غزل شمارهٔ 144به سِرِّ جامِ جم آنگه نظر توانی کرد
At the head of Jamshid’s cup, at that time thy glance, thou canst make, When the dust of the wine-house, the collyrium of thy eye, thou canst make.
غزل شمارهٔ 147نسیمِ بادِ صبا دوشم آگهی آورد
Last night, news to me the messenger of the morning wind brought, Saying: “To shortness, its face, the day of labor and of grief hath brought.”
غزل شمارهٔ 149دلم جز مِهرِ مَهرویان، طریقی بر نمیگیرد
Save the love of those moon of face, a path my heart taketh not: To it, in every way, I give counsel; but it kindleth not.
غزل شمارهٔ 149دلم جز مِهرِ مَهرویان، طریقی بر نمیگیرد
Save the love of those moon of face, a path my heart taketh not: To it, in every way, I give counsel; but it kindleth not.
غزل شمارهٔ 150ساقی ار باده از این دست به جام اندازد
If the Saki the wine into the cup, in this way cast All the Arefs into ever drinking, He will cast.
غزل شمارهٔ 152در ازل پرتوِ حُسنت ز تجلی دَم زد
In eternity without beginning, of glory, the splendor-ray of Thy beauty boasted. Revealed became love; and, upon all the world, fire dashed.
غزل شمارهٔ 159نقدِ صوفی نه همه صافیِ بیغَش باشد
Not all purity without alloy is the coat of the Sufi; O many a Khirka, that is worthy of the fire!
غزل شمارهٔ 165مرا مِهر سیَه چشمان ز سر بیرون نخواهد شد
As for me, out of my head, love for those dark of eye will not go: This is the sky’s decree; and other way, it will not be.
غزل شمارهٔ 182حَسْبِ حالی نَنِوِشتی و شد ایّامی چند
Thou wrotest not the account of thy state; and, passed some time: Where a confidant so that to thee, I may send some message?
غزل شمارهٔ 188مرا به رندی و عشق، آن فضول عیب کُنَد
For profligacy and love, my censure that foolish one maketh; Who, on the mysteries of men of hidden knowledge, criticism maketh.
غزل شمارهٔ 190کِلکِ مشکین تو روزی که ز ما یاد کند
One day, when recollection of us thy musky reed maketh, It will take reward: Two hundred slaves that free, it maketh_
غزل شمارهٔ 194سَمَنبویان غبارِ غم چو بنشینند، بنشانند
Those of lily perfume cause grief’s dust to sit when they sit: Patience from the heart, those of Angel-face take when they strive.
غزل شمارهٔ 196آنان که خاک را به نظر کیمیا کنند
Those Mursheds, who, with their glance alchemy of the dust make, At us, eye-cornering, do they make?
غزل شمارهٔ 200دانی که چنگ و عود چه تَقریر میکنند؟
Thou knowest what tale that the harp and the lyre make? Secretly drink ye wine that thee precious they may make.
غزل شمارهٔ 200دانی که چنگ و عود چه تَقریر میکنند؟
Thou knowest what tale that the harp and the lyre make? Secretly drink ye wine that thee precious they may make.