Hafez on Love

160 ghazals

  1. Ghazal 3: If that Turk of Shiraz would take my heart in hand,
  2. Ghazal 8: Rise, cupbearer, and pass the cup;
  3. Ghazal 11: Cupbearer, light our cup with the radiance of wine;
  4. Ghazal 23: The image of your face is our companion on every road;
  5. Ghazal 24: Do not ask obedience, vows or right conduct of me, the drunkard,
  6. Ghazal 27: My beloved came into the Magian temple, a cup in hand,
  7. Ghazal 28: By the master's life, by old right and true covenant,
  8. Ghazal 30: Your tress bound a thousand hearts with a single hair;
  9. Ghazal 31: That Night of Power the recluses speak of is tonight;
  10. Ghazal 34: The portico of my eye's outlook is your nest;
  11. Ghazal 35: Go about your own business, preacher; what is this outcry?
  12. Ghazal 36: Since the tip of your tress fell into the hand of the breeze,
  13. Ghazal 42: To tell you the state of my heart is my desire;
  14. Ghazal 46: The rose at my breast, wine in my hand and the beloved as I wish:
  15. Ghazal 50: In the snare of your tress the heart is its own captive;
  16. Ghazal 51: A well-watered ruby that thirsts for blood is my beloved's lip,
  17. Ghazal 52: For a long time now, passion for the beautiful has been my religion;
  18. Ghazal 55: The curl of your tress is the snare of unbelief and faith alike;
  19. Ghazal 56: The heart is the pavilion of his love;
  20. Ghazal 57: That dark-skinned one who has all the sweetness of the world
  21. Ghazal 59: I hope for a kindness from the friend's court;
  22. Ghazal 60: That renowned courier who arrived from the friend's country
  23. Ghazal 61: Morning breeze, if your way should take you to the friend's land,
  24. Ghazal 62: Welcome, messenger of the longing ones; give the friend's message,
  25. Ghazal 67: Lord, from whose house is this heart-brightening candle?
  26. Ghazal 69: There is no one who has not fallen to that double tress;
  27. Ghazal 72: The road of love is a road that has no shore;
  28. Ghazal 73: There is no eye that is not lit by the light of your face;
  29. Ghazal 74: The yield of the workshop of existence and space is not so much;
  30. Ghazal 77: A nightingale held a bright-coloured rose petal in its beak,
  31. Ghazal 78: You saw that the friend had nothing in mind but cruelty and oppression;
  32. Ghazal 81: At dawn the bird of the meadow said to the newly risen rose:
  33. Ghazal 89: Lord, find a way for my beloved to come back in safety
  34. Ghazal 90: O hoopoe of the east wind, I am sending you to Sheba;
  35. Ghazal 92: My lord, how finely you walk; I would die for you, head to foot.
  36. Ghazal 94: Of that heart-soothing friend I have thanks mixed with complaint;
  37. Ghazal 97: You are the one who sits like a crown on the head of a country's beauties;
  38. Ghazal 98: If in your creed the blood of the lover is lawful,
  39. Ghazal 99: My heart, in longing for the face of Farrokh,
  40. Ghazal 104: May your beauty be the sun of every eye;
  41. Ghazal 107: May your beauty always be on the increase;
  42. Ghazal 109: It is a long time since the heart's keeper sent a message;
  43. Ghazal 110: In my old age the love of a young one has come into my head,
  44. Ghazal 113: Last night the violet spoke to the rose and gave a fair sign:
  45. Ghazal 116: Whoever keeps the beauty and the down of the friend before his eyes,
  46. Ghazal 119: The heart that shows the unseen and holds Jamshid's cup,
  47. Ghazal 121: Whoever has a collected mind and a delicate beloved,
  48. Ghazal 124: She whose hyacinth hair puts musk to the torment
  49. Ghazal 127: The moon does not have the brightness of your face;
  50. Ghazal 131: Come, for the Turk of the sky has plundered the table of the fast;
  51. Ghazal 132: With the bright water of wine a gnostic made his ablution
  52. Ghazal 134: A nightingale drank its heart's blood and won a rose;
  53. Ghazal 136: One cannot put a hand into the ring of that double tress;
  54. Ghazal 140: The heart-stealer went and gave no word to those who had lost their hearts;
  55. Ghazal 146: At dawn the breeze was bringing a scent from the friend's tress;
  56. Ghazal 148: When my beloved takes the cup in hand,
  57. Ghazal 149: My heart takes no road but love of the moon-faced;
  58. Ghazal 150: If the cupbearer pours wine into the cup in this fashion,
  59. Ghazal 152: Before time began, the ray of your beauty spoke of showing itself;
  60. Ghazal 153: At dawn, when the king of the east planted his banner on the mountains,
  61. Ghazal 156: In beauty, character and faithfulness no one comes near our friend;
  62. Ghazal 158: I, and denial of wine? What sort of tale is that?
  63. Ghazal 163: The rose without the friend's face is not sweet;
  64. Ghazal 165: Love of the dark-eyed will not go out of my head;
  65. Ghazal 170: The ascetic who sat in seclusion went last night to the tavern;
  66. Ghazal 176: At dawn wakeful fortune came to my bedside
  67. Ghazal 178: Whoever became a confidant of the heart remained in the friend's sanctuary,
  68. Ghazal 179: Good news has come that the days of grief will not remain;
  69. Ghazal 180: O you whose pistachio mouth has laughed at the tale of sugar,
  70. Ghazal 181: After this, my hand and the hem of that tall cypress,
  71. Ghazal 184: Last night I saw the angels knocking at the tavern door;
  72. Ghazal 192: Why does my swaying cypress feel no leaning towards the meadow?
  73. Ghazal 193: At our play of glances the uninformed stand bewildered;
  74. Ghazal 194: The jasmine-scented, when they sit down, lay the dust of grief;
  75. Ghazal 195: Those who wear crowns are slaves of your drunken narcissus;
  76. Ghazal 197: If the beauties go on stealing hearts in this way,
  77. Ghazal 212: Yesterday at dawn a cup or two had come my way,
  78. Ghazal 217: O Muslims, there was a time when I had a heart
  79. Ghazal 223: Never will your image leave the tablet of my heart and soul;
  80. Ghazal 236: If that bird of holiness comes back through my door,
  81. Ghazal 238: With the crescent the world has drawn dye across the eyebrow of the festival;
  82. Ghazal 244: Companions, undo the knot of the friend's tress;
  83. Ghazal 250: Show your face and take my own existence out of my memory;
  84. Ghazal 253: O you by the radiance of whose face the tulip bed of life is glad,
  85. Ghazal 262: Who will tell again the state of those whose hearts are bleeding?
  86. Ghazal 266: My heart has run away to a gypsy-like one who stirs up tumult,
  87. Ghazal 267: East wind, if you pass along the bank of the river Aras,
  88. Ghazal 271: I have such complaints about his black tress: do not ask.
  89. Ghazal 273: If you are a kindly comrade, be true to your pledge;
  90. Ghazal 277: The nightingale's whole thought is that the rose should be his friend;
  91. Ghazal 279: How pleasant is Shiraz, and its matchless setting!
  92. Ghazal 282: He has carried off my rest, my endurance and my senses,
  93. Ghazal 287: O you whose every feature is pleasing and every part delightful,
  94. Ghazal 289: His cheek, like the moon, is the meeting place of beauty and grace,
  95. Ghazal 295: At dawn, drawn by the scent of the rose garden, I went for a while into the garden,
  96. Ghazal 302: May you be the bearer of good news, O breeze of the north,
  97. Ghazal 303: I have caught the breath of affection and seen the lightning of union;
  98. Ghazal 306: If I am granted the chance of arriving in your street,
  99. Ghazal 307: Every fine point that I spoke in describing that figure,
  100. Ghazal 308: O you whose face is like paradise and whose ruby lip is its spring,
  101. Ghazal 311: I am in love with the face of a fair youth newly come to bloom,
  102. Ghazal 314: Last night the languor of your eye carried me away,
  103. Ghazal 315: Apart from the fact that faith and learning slipped from my hands,
  104. Ghazal 316: Do not give your tress to the wind, or you will give me to the wind;
  105. Ghazal 317: I say it openly, and I am glad at heart for what I say:
  106. Ghazal 321: Though I have grown old, weary of heart and feeble,
  107. Ghazal 325: If the dust from the sole of my beloved's foot comes to my hand,
  108. Ghazal 327: I have a covenant with the beloved that, as long as there is life in my body,
  109. Ghazal 330: You are like the morning, and I am the candle of the solitude of dawn;
  110. Ghazal 332: Do not strike my heart with the arrow of your glance,
  111. Ghazal 336: Where is the good news of union with you, that I may rise up out of life itself?
  112. Ghazal 338: I am a lover of a fair face and of hair that draws the heart;
  113. Ghazal 344: For a lifetime, in my seeking, I have been taking a step each day;
  114. Ghazal 345: Without you, O walking cypress, what am I to do with rose and rose garden?
  115. Ghazal 347: O idol, what am I to contrive against the grief of loving you?
  116. Ghazal 349: Last night I said: "I will put the passion for his face out of my head."
  117. Ghazal 353: I will not give up the love of beauty and of the cup;
  118. Ghazal 354: With your black lashes you have made a thousand breaches in my faith;
  119. Ghazal 356: If it should lie within my power to sit with the keeper of my heart,
  120. Ghazal 358: For the grief of the times, to which I can see no shore,
  121. Ghazal 359: Happy the day when I leave this ruined halting place,
  122. Ghazal 363: My pain comes from the friend, and my cure as well;
  123. Ghazal 364: We, the carefree and drunken who have lost our hearts,
  124. Ghazal 368: Rise, so that we may seek an opening at the door of the tavern,
  125. Ghazal 370: What virtue do you look for from us? We have called the drunken to the feast;
  126. Ghazal 371: We have laid down our dawn lesson on the road to the tavern;
  127. Ghazal 382: When you come, recite a Fatiha over one who is worn out with sickness;
  128. Ghazal 387: The king of those with boxwood stature, the sovereign of the sweet-mouthed,
  129. Ghazal 389: Like the rose, at every moment, catching your scent,
  130. Ghazal 393: It is I who am famous in the city for the practice of love;
  131. Ghazal 394: O you whose moon-like face is the new spring of beauty,
  132. Ghazal 397: Come in through the door and light up our night chamber;
  133. Ghazal 402: Let me tell you a charming point: look at the mole of that moon-faced one;
  134. Ghazal 404: Cast on the ranks of the rends a glance better than this;
  135. Ghazal 411: Your musk-scattering forelock makes the violet writhe;
  136. Ghazal 412: I have an eye that scatters blood because of that one with the bow eyebrow;
  137. Ghazal 413: The line of down on the friend's cheek, which eclipses the moon,
  138. Ghazal 416: Welcome is that amber-scented breeze, that longed-for fragrance,
  139. Ghazal 420: Suddenly you have thrown off the veil: what does it mean?
  140. Ghazal 424: Do not part from me, for you are the light of my eyes,
  141. Ghazal 425: He was passing by, trailing his skirt, in fine linen worked with gold;
  142. Ghazal 426: With the blood of my heart I wrote a letter to the friend:
  143. Ghazal 427: The candle has become the moth of the lamp of your face;
  144. Ghazal 435: Do not tell the pretender the secrets of love and drunkenness,
  145. Ghazal 441: How would it be if the heart of that moon were kind?
  146. Ghazal 442: By his life: if I had my own life within my reach,
  147. Ghazal 443: If, like the cypress, you stroll for a moment in a rose garden,
  148. Ghazal 446: East wind, you carry the fragrance of that musk-scented tress;
  149. Ghazal 448: O you who have a place in the lane of the tavern,
  150. Ghazal 452: Man and fairy live only by the grace of love's existence;
  151. Ghazal 458: O heart, at the moment when you are ruined by rose-red wine,
  152. Ghazal 459: With this fine script that you draw on the rose of your cheek,
  153. Ghazal 464: The affair of your beauty, like my love, has reached perfection;
  154. Ghazal 470: My breast is brimful of pain: alas, for a salve!
  155. Ghazal 475: People said that you are a second Joseph;
  156. Ghazal 476: Breeze of the morning of good fortune, by the sign that you know,
  157. Ghazal 480: O you who show no forbearance in killing us,
  158. Ghazal 487: O you who know nothing, strive to become one who knows;
  159. Ghazal 490: In all the monastery of the Magians there is no one so distraught as I:
  160. Ghazal 491: I have fixed in my eye the eyebrow of one with a face like the moon;