Category Archives: translations from divan-e-hafez

منم که گوشه میخانه خانقاه من است دعای پیر مغان ورد صبحگاه من است گرم ترانه چنگ صبوح نیست چه باک نوای من به سحر آه  عذر خواه من است ز پادشاه و گدا فارغم بحمدالله کمین گدای در دوست … Continue reading →

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Happy St Patrick’s Day! Praise the Celtic Fire! Drink a bottle of Hafez! Buy my book, Ghazals For The Friend! God bless you, drink after drink!     منم که شهره شهرم به عشق ورزیدن منم که دیده نایالوده ام … Continue reading →

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i have heard the sublime words of the canaan elder: separation from the friend cannot be described! the terror of resurrection that the preacher talks about, is a metaphor for what he said of separation’s anguish. from where do i … Continue reading →

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although i turn like a vat of wine from love’s fire, a seal is on my lips, and i drink blood in silence! it is the soul’s intention to desire the beloved’s lips; look at me, who in this work … Continue reading →

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What grace it was that suddenly the sweat from your pen Should ascribe the rights of our service to your generosity. With the nib of your pen, you have inscribed our blessings; May the revolving sky never lack your signature! … Continue reading →

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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 received. o young rose bush, enjoy your … Continue reading →

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The patient bolbol sang again from the young cypress branch: May the evil eye remain far from the rose’s face! Give thanks, O rose, that you are the emperor of grace; Don’t disappoint and deceive the heart-lost and crazed singer! … Continue reading →

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