Hafez on Separation and longing
43 ghazals
- Ghazal 17: My breast has burned with the heart's fire in grief for the beloved;
- Ghazal 18: Cupbearer, may the coming of the festival be blessed for you,
- Ghazal 22: When you hear the words of people of the heart, do not say they are wrong;
- Ghazal 34: The portico of my eye's outlook is your nest;
- Ghazal 38: Without the sun of your face, no light is left in my day,
- Ghazal 54: From weeping, the pupil of my eye is seated in blood;
- Ghazal 68: My moon went away this week, and to my eyes it is a year;
- Ghazal 91: O you who are absent from my sight, I entrust you to God;
- Ghazal 99: My heart, in longing for the face of Farrokh,
- Ghazal 102: Last night the wind brought news of the friend who has travelled;
- Ghazal 137: She took my heart from me and hid her face from me;
- Ghazal 157: Whoever has a passion in his head for your fresh green down
- Ghazal 160: Solitude is sweet if the friend is my friend,
- Ghazal 163: The rose without the friend's face is not sweet;
- Ghazal 166: The day of separation and the night of parting from the friend are over;
- Ghazal 192: Why does my swaying cypress feel no leaning towards the meadow?
- Ghazal 197: If the beauties go on stealing hearts in this way,
- Ghazal 206: Before this you had more thought for your lovers than now;
- Ghazal 207: Be it remembered: when the head of your street was my dwelling,
- Ghazal 251: It is the night of union, and the letter of separation is folded away;
- Ghazal 254: Once more from the branch of the straight cypress the patient nightingale
- Ghazal 267: East wind, if you pass along the bank of the river Aras,
- Ghazal 294: In faithfulness to your love I am famous among the fair, like the candle;
- Ghazal 297: The tongue of the pen has no will to give an account of separation;
- Ghazal 302: May you be the bearer of good news, O breeze of the north,
- Ghazal 322: I drew the image of your form in the workshop of my eye;
- Ghazal 330: You are like the morning, and I am the candle of the solitude of dawn;
- Ghazal 333: At the strangers' evening prayer, when I begin to weep,
- Ghazal 345: Without you, O walking cypress, what am I to do with rose and rose garden?
- Ghazal 347: O idol, what am I to contrive against the grief of loving you?
- Ghazal 357: In the tavern of the Magians I see the light of God;
- Ghazal 377: One night we will raise our hands and make a prayer,
- Ghazal 409: O you, the dust of whose road is the blood-price of the musk of China;
- Ghazal 424: Do not part from me, for you are the light of my eyes,
- Ghazal 437: O you, of whose lane the story of paradise is but a tale,
- Ghazal 439: I saw in a dream last night that a moon had risen,
- Ghazal 449: O you who hold it right that lovers should be parted,
- Ghazal 460: Ever since Sulayma settled in Iraq,
- Ghazal 461: I wrote the story of my longing while my eyes were weeping;
- Ghazal 469: The scents of the bay tree of the sanctuary have come, and my passion has grown;
- Ghazal 472: I praise God for the justice of the sultan,
- Ghazal 490: In all the monastery of the Magians there is no one so distraught as I:
- Ghazal 493: O king of the beautiful, save me from the grief of loneliness;