Hafez on Fortune and change
64 ghazals
- Ghazal 9: The garden has again the bloom of the days of youth;
- Ghazal 10: Last night our elder came from the mosque to the tavern;
- Ghazal 16: The curve your playful eyebrow set in its bow
- Ghazal 29: With the thought of you, what care have we for wine?
- Ghazal 37: Come, for the palace of hope stands on very weak foundations;
- Ghazal 43: The garden court gives delight and the company of friends is sweet;
- Ghazal 45: In this age, the friend who is free of fault
- Ghazal 53: I am one for whom the corner of the tavern is the dervish lodge;
- Ghazal 64: Though to display one's skill before the friend is bad manners,
- Ghazal 78: You saw that the friend had nothing in mind but cruelty and oppression;
- Ghazal 88: I have heard a good saying that the old man of Canaan spoke:
- Ghazal 101: What is wine and pleasure in secret? A work without foundation.
- Ghazal 108: O king, may the ball of the sky be in the curve of your polo stick;
- Ghazal 111: When the reflection of your face fell in the mirror of the cup,
- Ghazal 112: The One who gave your cheek the colour of rose and wild rose
- Ghazal 114: The phoenix of the height of happiness will fall into our snare
- Ghazal 120: I have an idol who keeps a canopy of hyacinth around the rose;
- Ghazal 121: Whoever has a collected mind and a delicate beloved,
- Ghazal 125: A beauty is not one who has fine hair and a slender waist;
- Ghazal 126: The soul, without the beauty of the beloved, has no desire for the world;
- Ghazal 128: There is no beauty in the city who can carry off our heart;
- Ghazal 136: One cannot put a hand into the ring of that double tress;
- Ghazal 140: The heart-stealer went and gave no word to those who had lost their hearts;
- Ghazal 151: The whole world is not worth one moment spent in grief;
- Ghazal 165: Love of the dark-eyed will not go out of my head;
- Ghazal 170: The ascetic who sat in seclusion went last night to the tavern;
- Ghazal 173: In my prayer the curve of your eyebrow came to mind;
- Ghazal 190: Your musk-black pen, on the day it remembers us,
- Ghazal 205: As long as there is name and trace of tavern and wine,
- Ghazal 213: The jewel in the treasury of secrets is the same as it was;
- Ghazal 215: In the street of the tavern, O Lord, what a commotion there was at dawn,
- Ghazal 223: Never will your image leave the tablet of my heart and soul;
- Ghazal 225: Cupbearer, the talk is of the cypress, the rose and the tulip,
- Ghazal 241: Companions, remember the comrade of your nights;
- Ghazal 247: East wind, do not grudge a visit to the dwelling of the beloved,
- Ghazal 257: Show your face and tell me: "Take your heart away from life."
- Ghazal 264: Rise, and pour the water of joy into the bowl of gold,
- Ghazal 268: One rose-cheeked beauty from the rose garden of the world is enough for us;
- Ghazal 269: O heart, your own well-wishing fortune is companion enough for the journey;
- Ghazal 278: I want a bitter wine whose strength can throw a man,
- Ghazal 280: When the east wind ruffled his amber-scattering tress,
- Ghazal 290: My heart has bolted, and I, a poor dervish, do not know
- Ghazal 291: We have tried our fortune in this city;
- Ghazal 292: I swear by the pomp, the rank and the glory of Shah Shuja
- Ghazal 293: In the morning, when from the private chamber of the palace of creation
- Ghazal 320: Last night with a flood of tears I was barring the road of sleep;
- Ghazal 329: At dawn the Twins laid their sword-belt down before me,
- Ghazal 362: The meeting has come about, and the kiss and the embrace as well;
- Ghazal 366: We have not come to this door in pursuit of pomp and rank;
- Ghazal 372: Let us pass along the highway of the tavern,
- Ghazal 376: Friends, in the season of the rose it is best that we strive after pleasure;
- Ghazal 378: We do not speak ill, and we do not lean towards what is unjust;
- Ghazal 379: My head is merry, and I say it in a loud voice:
- Ghazal 392: Do you know what good fortune is? To see the face of the friend;
- Ghazal 407: I saw the green field of the sky and the sickle of the new moon;
- Ghazal 417: My pleasure is lasting, from the ruby lip I desire;
- Ghazal 418: If swords rain down in the lane of that moon,
- Ghazal 419: Union with him is better than everlasting life;
- Ghazal 436: If that one with the musk-scented down had written us a letter,
- Ghazal 451: The sky gave you good help on the day of judgement;
- Ghazal 463: The peace of God, for as long as the nights return
- Ghazal 465: I went into the garden one morning to pick a rose;
- Ghazal 467: Of that wine of love by which every raw one is ripened,
- Ghazal 470: My breast is brimful of pain: alas, for a salve!