Hafez

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One with such beauty none will make.
When her garments off we take
You can see her heart in her fragile breast,
Like a hard rock in a clear lake.

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The morning breeze tended to the rose,
A maid-in-waiting, as the flower grows.
If in the sun you have a shady refuge,
Seek the shade of a rose, and one who glows.

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Don’t let go of the cup’s lips
Till you receive your worldly tips.
Bittersweet is the world’s cup
From lover’s lips and the cup sips.

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I long for your hug and kiss,
I want the wine that will bliss.
Let me cut the story short,
Please return, cause you I miss.

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I spent my life chasing my wishes
What benefits fate furnishes?
Whomever to I said I loved you,
Turned to my foe, why my luck ravishes?

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Don’t make me fall in love with that face
Don’t let the drunk the wine seller embrace.
Sufi, you know the pace of this path,
The lovers and drunks don’t disgrace.

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I needed to hang on to her curly ring,
Help me please, let my affairs take wing.
Said, release my hair, instead take my lips,
Let go of long life, with good times swing.

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From warriors learn courage,
And wisdom from the sage.
If you truly seek God’s grace,
Ride with the heavenly carriage.

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At dawn your eyes from Jupiter learn
O God, may fantasies of my mind burn.
The ear adorned with that elegant ring
Gems of Hafiz’s poems may earn.

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O friend, from your foes your heart release,
In pleasant company drink the good wine with ease.
Confer with those who know, open your heart
And from the ignorant fleas flee like the breeze.

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This rose is from the dust of one like me.
His joy within the rose, thus I can see.
My companion and confidant it is, because
The colorful rose brings the sweet scent of he.

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With fate you still hope to trade;
Passage of time should make you afraid.
You said no color comes after black,
I said my black hair to white degrade.

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In times of youth, drinking is better.
With the joyful, linking is better.
The world is a mere temporal inn;
With the shipwrecked, sinking is better.

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You can buy everyone with gold;
Either in one shot, or slowly are sold.
Even the narcissus, pride of the world,
Sold itself, why, its crown of gold behold.

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This tired life is the flood of age,
With a full cup began this outrage.
Wake up, and see the carrier of time
Slowly carries you along life’s passage.

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First enticed me to take the cup,

When I got drunk, told me to stop.

My eyes watery, my heart on fire,

I became dust and your wind picked me up.

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All treasures ain’t worth this oppression.

All pleasures ain’t worth one transgression.

Not even seven thousand years of joy

Is worth seven days of depression.

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Every friend who talked of love, became a foe.

Every eagle shifted its shape to a crow.

They say the night is pregnant, and I say,

 Who is the father? And how do you know?

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Sleep from my eyes has taken flight.

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Pick up the joy giving wine and come hither.

Temptations of mean foes decline and come hither.

Don’t listen to the one who says sit down and stay;

Listen to me, pick up the line and come hither.

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I said, your lips said, your lips we revive;

I said, your mouth said, sweetness we derive;

I said your words, he said, Hafiz said;

May all sweet lips be joyous and alive.

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One, beautiful and full of grace

Mirror in hand, grooming her face

My handkerchief I offered, she smiled,

Is this gift also part of the chase?

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I put my arms around your waist,

A lover’s embrace to taste.

From your resolve it’s obvious

All my efforts will go to waste.

 

source: https://www.hafizonlove.com/divan/rubaiyat/1.htm

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O pious of the heart, I am lost in a love, so great
O pain the hidden secrets will become open debate.
Shipwrecked we just float, O favorable wind arise,
May we one more time gaze upon that familiar trait.
Passage of time and the stars, are but what we fantasize

For compassion and kindness, it is never too late.
In the circle of wine and roses, nightingale’s song is prize
With the aroma and the wine your senses satiate.
O Thou compassionate one, life giver and the wise
One day bestow thy grace upon this mendicant’s state.
For peace of this world and the next, understand what I advise
Magnanimity the lot of friends, and with foes try to relate.

In the land of repute, our passage they will dispute
If this will not suit, don’t stay mute, and transmute dictates of fate.

When destitute and in need, let your love and passion breed
Life’s alchemy, essence and seed, unimagined wealth shall create.

If unruly with pride, with a candle’s zeal your flame will rise
Beloved turns stone to lava, and molten wax manipulate.
The Grail contains but wine, if only you realize
Then the Kingdom of the world, at your feet prostrate.
The good and wise Magi, forgivers of lives and lies
Bearer bring good news, drunkards’ wine consecrate.
With this wine stained robe, Hafiz would never disguise
O untainted pure Master, exempt us from this fate.

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Kindly tell the tender deer,

O morning breeze

I am wandering your desert and the wild countries.

Long live the sugar merchant, but why

Is he unkind to sweet lovers, the honey-bees?

Tender rose, pride in your goodness forbids

To ask the manic nightingale of his fantasies.

Only with gentle compassion can you trap the wise.

The wise bird from any snare simply flees.

I know not why there is no familiarity

With the tall, black eye, bright faced beauties.

When in company of friends, glass of wine in hand

Remember old companions who travel upon the breeze.

The only criticism that I can have of you;

For kindness, the beauties charge extortionate fees.

No wonder if in the heavens, as claims Hafiz;

Venus’ song brings Christ to dancing sprees.

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That beautiful Shirazi Turk,

took control and my heart stole,

I’ll give Samarkand & Bukhara,

for her Hindu beauty mole.

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O wine-bearer bring me wine,

such wine not found in Heavens

By running brooks,

in flowery fields, spend your days and stroll.

Alas, these sweet gypsy clowns,

these agitators of our town

Took the patience of my heart,

like looting Turks take their toll.

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Such unfinished love as ours,

the Beloved has no need,

For the Perfect Beauty,

frills and adornments play no rolde

I came to know Joseph’s goodness,

that daily would increase

Even the chaste Mistress succumbed

to the love she would extol.

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Whether profane or even cursed,

I’ll reply only in praise

Sweetness of tongue and the lips,

even bitterness would enthrall.

Heed the advice of the wise,

make your most endeared goal,

The fortunate blessed youth,

listen to the old wise soul.

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Tell tales of song and wine,

seek not secrets of the world,

None has found and no-one will,

knowledge leaves this riddle whole.

You composed poems and sang, Hafiz,

you spent your days well

Venus wedded to your songs,

in the firmaments’ inverted bowl.

 

source:

https://www.hafizonlove.com/divan/01/003.htm

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Where is sensible action, and

my insanity whence?

See the difference,

it is from where to whence.

From the church & hypocritical vestments,

I take offence

 Where is the abode of the Magi, and

sweet wine whence?

For dervishes, piety and sensibility

make no sense

Where is sermon and hymn,

& the violin’s music whence.

Upon seeing our friend,

our foes put up their defense

Where is a dead lantern,

& the candle of the sun whence?

My eye-liner is the dust of your door and fence
Where shall I go, tell me,

you command me whence?

Take your focus from your chin

to the trap on the path hence,

Where to O heart,

in such hurry you go whence?

May his memory of union be happy and intense

Where are your amorous gestures,

& your reproach whence?

Make not restlessness & insomnia,

Hafiz’s sentence

What is rest, which is patience,

and sleep whence?

translation found at https://www.hafizonlove.com/divan/01/002.htm