آڈیوز
یہ صفحہ صرف صداکار سعدا مصلحی کی دستیاب آڈیوز دکھاتا ہے۔
صداکار سعدا مصلحی کی آڈیوز میں حافظ کی کتاب غزلیات
In the morning when, his standard on the mountainous lands, the Khosro of the east pitched, With the hand of mercy, the door of hopeful ones, my beloved beat;
Play a note, at the melody whereof, a great sigh, one can cast: Utter a verse, whereby the heavy cup of wine one can cast.
If after Him, I go, He up stirreth calamity: And if I sit from search, in wrath, He ariseth.
To our friend, in beauty of disposition and of fidelity, one reacheth not In this matter, to thee, denial of our work reacheth not.
Without the beloved’s face, the rose is not pleasant. Without wine, spring is not pleasant.
Last night, to the wine-house, Zahed, sitting in khalwat, went: From the head of his covenant, he departed; and to the head of the cup, went.
Arrived the glad tidings that grief’s time shall not remain: Like that remained not; like this shall not remain.
After this, (together are) my hand and the skirt of that lofty cypress (the Prince of Khujand), Who, with a moving stature, plucked me up from root and branch (of the household).
Of coins, is it that they examination take So that, after their own work, all the cloister-holders take?
If again passing, the bird of fortune shall make. Again the Beloved shall come; and contentment with union shall make.
Last night, I said : " Out from my head, the passion for His face I will put." He (the true Beloved) said : " The chain where, that the arrangement (of binding) this distraught one, I may make ?"
