Category Archives: translations from divan-e-hafez

full of youth and joy that day i leave this ruined house, and seek comfort for my soul: i will find the beloved. although i know the foreign road has no end, i will pursue the scent of her disheveled … Continue reading →

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in the royal sun-like mirror reflecting your beauty, is the turning censer of black musk, your mole. i washed the palace courtyard of the eye, but why? this corner is not worthy of your mind’s calvary. o sun of beauty, … Continue reading →

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I have come from the heart, but with no success; I came out of myself, but did the friend come in? In this way life’s span has reached an end, yet the trials of your long curls remain endless! I … Continue reading →

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i have hope of grace from the excellent friend; i offended him, and my hope is his forgiveness. i cried so much that all who passed and saw my flowing tears, asked “what flood is this”? i know he will … Continue reading →

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however much i’ve discussed pain with doctors, they have not cured the strange and the poor. the seal on the jewel case of friendship is broken. o lord, may the rival’s desire be frustrated! to the rose torn open by … Continue reading →

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0 hoopoe of the east wind, i send you to sheba. look, from where to where am i sending you? what a shame, a bird like you in this world of pain: i’ll send you from this place, to the … Continue reading →

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you see me and increase my suffering at once- i see you and my longing increases each moment. you don’t ask about me, and i don’t know your mind. you do not seek my cure- do you not know my … Continue reading →

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I speak freely and am happy with my words: I am the slave of love and am free of both worlds! A bird from heaven’s garden, how describe My fall into the pit and snare of disaster? I was an … Continue reading →

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friends, remember our nocturnal companion,remember the rights of sincere servitude. when joyous with wine, the way of lover’s complaintsrecall to the sound of cymbal and harp’s melody. when the saqi’s cheeks are bright with the grace of wine,remember the lovers … Continue reading →

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