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ghazal #204, revised with rhyme, divan-e-Hafez, khanlari

Posted on January 26, 2017 by bill gannett

Last night, in our circle of friends, the story was of your curls; Into the heart of night, our talk was of how your hair unfurls. The heart ran with blood from your eyelashes’ arrows, Yet was longing for still … Continue reading →

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Ghazal #332 Divan-e-Hafez, revised

Posted on March 30, 2014 by bill gannett

Although I seethe like a vat of wine from love’s ferment, I drink blood with sealed lips that keep me silent. It is the soul’s resolve to possess the beloved’s lips; Look at me, whose struggle with soul has left … Continue reading →

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ghazal #203 Divan-e-Hafez, Khanlari (revised)

Posted on June 4, 2013 by bill gannett

Remember- that when my house was on your street, It was the dust at your door that made my eyes bright! True like the lily and rose- the result of pure company, My tongue disclosed all that was in your … Continue reading →

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#314 Divan-e-Hafez, revised

Posted on July 11, 2011 by bill gannett

However old, heart worn and feeble I’ve become, Whenever I think of you, I again become young. Thank God, that whatever I have asked of Him, I have always been fortunate in kindness won. O young rose bush, enjoy your … Continue reading →

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ghazal #339, divan-e-hafez, revised with rhyme

Posted on May 8, 2011 by bill gannett

Idol, how am I to manage the pain of love’s plight, And for how long do I cry in grief through the night? The heart goes berserk when it is so disdained- Unless all of your curls secure me with … Continue reading →

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ghazal #344, revised with rhyme

Posted on July 29, 2010 by bill gannett

My service in the wine house began a long time ago, in the robe of poverty working for those in the know. I lie in ambush for the opportune moment to snare the pheasant of graceful walk with the net … Continue reading →

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Ghazal #368, Revised with Rhyme

Posted on July 24, 2010 by bill gannett

Come sufi, and we will rip off the cloak of hypocrisy, and draw an X defacing this portrait so prissy. We pledge the alms and offerings of the monastery- we will wash the cloak of deceit with winehouse sherry! The … Continue reading →

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ghazal #212, revised with rhyme

Posted on July 23, 2010 by bill gannett

From the very beginning, and until the very end, The one worthy of grace holds the cup of desire as friend. That very moment I was about to repent of wine, I said, “remorse will be the only fruit off … Continue reading →

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Ghazal #147 Divan-e-Hafez, Khanlari

Posted on January 28, 2009 by bill gannett

All the world is not worth a single moment of pain; Go sell our cloak for wine- we have no greater gain. In the wine-seller’s alley, they won’t take it for a glass; Great, a pious prayer rug that’s not … Continue reading →

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