Category Archives: translations from divan-e-hafez

remember him who did not remember us when leaving, who did not comfort our grief with a goodbye. that one blessed with youth who kept good accounts- i don’t know why he didn’t free the old slave! let us wash … Continue reading →

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last night the violet spoke to the rose and gave a good hint-so and so’s tresses you know have given my curls to the world! my heart was a treasury of secrets, but the hand of fateshut the door, and … Continue reading →

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last night i had a dream in which the moon arose, and brought to an end separation from her face. the explanation?  the traveling friend had returned. o that she had so much sooner arrived by the door! o saqi, … Continue reading →

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All of your form beautiful and all about you joyous- and my heart happy with lips of sparkling sugar. Like a fresh rose petal is your delicate presence, and like the cypress of heaven are you all graceful. Your tricks … Continue reading →

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We didn’t taste her sweet red lips, and now she’s gone. We didn’t see enough of her moon like face, and now she’s gone. Maybe our talk exhausted her to nothing? She packed up- we couldn’t reach her, and she’s … Continue reading →

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drunk and curls confused, sweaty and laughing shirt torn, singing and glass in hand- with brawling eye and regretful lip he came to my bed at night and sat. head lowered to my ear he said in sorrow, ancient lover … Continue reading →

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This good messenger who arrived from the friend’s place, And who brought the friend’s musky letter which revives Joyfully gives signs of the companion’s beauty and power, So that in our search the heart has hope of the friend. I … Continue reading →

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Where the news of union with you, that I can rise above life? I am the holy bird who will escape the snare of the world. By your grace should you call me your slave, I would renounce the mastery … Continue reading →

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if the dust from my beloved’s feet were to assist me,it would write the letters of suffering before my eyes. if his command were to reach me in search of truth,at once, like the candle, in a breath, i would … Continue reading →

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