Hafez on Money and wealth
94 ghazals
- Ghazal 5: My heart is slipping from my hand; you who have hearts, for God's sake help!
- Ghazal 34: The portico of my eye's outlook is your nest;
- Ghazal 39: What need has my garden of cypress and pine?
- Ghazal 44: Now that the rose holds a cup of clear wine in its palm,
- Ghazal 46: The rose at my breast, wine in my hand and the beloved as I wish:
- Ghazal 49: The garden of highest paradise is the retreat of dervishes;
- Ghazal 50: In the snare of your tress the heart is its own captive;
- Ghazal 52: For a long time now, passion for the beautiful has been my religion;
- Ghazal 54: From weeping, the pupil of my eye is seated in blood;
- Ghazal 56: The heart is the pavilion of his love;
- Ghazal 60: That renowned courier who arrived from the friend's country
- Ghazal 70: The pupil of our eye looks at nothing but your face;
- Ghazal 71: The ascetic who worships appearances knows nothing of our state;
- Ghazal 72: The road of love is a road that has no shore;
- Ghazal 84: Cupbearer, bring wine, for the month of fasting is gone;
- Ghazal 89: Lord, find a way for my beloved to come back in safety
- Ghazal 101: What is wine and pleasure in secret? A work without foundation.
- Ghazal 112: The One who gave your cheek the colour of rose and wild rose
- Ghazal 113: Last night the violet spoke to the rose and gave a fair sign:
- Ghazal 119: The heart that shows the unseen and holds Jamshid's cup,
- Ghazal 121: Whoever has a collected mind and a delicate beloved,
- Ghazal 126: The soul, without the beauty of the beloved, has no desire for the world;
- Ghazal 142: Friends, the daughter of the vine has repented of her veiling;
- Ghazal 153: At dawn, when the king of the east planted his banner on the mountains,
- Ghazal 154: Play a tune to whose music one can heave a sigh;
- Ghazal 156: In beauty, character and faithfulness no one comes near our friend;
- Ghazal 159: Not all the Sufi's coin is pure and unalloyed;
- Ghazal 163: The rose without the friend's face is not sweet;
- Ghazal 167: A star shone out and became the moon of the gathering;
- Ghazal 168: My soul melted so that the heart's business might be done, and it was not;
- Ghazal 179: Good news has come that the days of grief will not remain;
- Ghazal 185: Will it be that they put the coins to the test,
- Ghazal 188: That meddler faults me for being a rend and a lover
- Ghazal 190: Your musk-black pen, on the day it remembers us,
- Ghazal 193: At our play of glances the uninformed stand bewildered;
- Ghazal 196: Those who with a glance turn dust into gold,
- Ghazal 199: The preachers who make such a display in prayer-niche and pulpit,
- Ghazal 203: For years our book was in pawn for red wine;
- Ghazal 211: Last night he was coming, and his cheek was aflame;
- Ghazal 216: That friend through whom our house was the dwelling of a fairy
- Ghazal 224: Happy the heart that does not always go where the eye leads,
- Ghazal 232: I am resolved that, if it lies within my power,
- Ghazal 236: If that bird of holiness comes back through my door,
- Ghazal 240: The cloud of early spring has risen, the wind of the New Year has blown;
- Ghazal 246: It is the festival, the last of the roses, and the friends are waiting;
- Ghazal 247: East wind, do not grudge a visit to the dwelling of the beloved,
- Ghazal 248: O east wind, bring me a fragrance from the street of a certain one;
- Ghazal 255: Lost Joseph will come back to Canaan; do not grieve.
- Ghazal 257: Show your face and tell me: "Take your heart away from life."
- 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 281: O Lord, this smiling new rose that you entrusted to me,
- Ghazal 285: In the reign of the king who forgives faults and covers offences,
- Ghazal 290: My heart has bolted, and I, a poor dervish, do not know
- Ghazal 292: I swear by the pomp, the rank and the glory of Shah Shuja
- Ghazal 300: If a thousand enemies are set on destroying me,
- Ghazal 312: Good news, for safety has alighted at Dhu Salam;
- Ghazal 319: For years I followed the creed of the rends,
- Ghazal 325: If the dust from the sole of my beloved's foot comes to my hand,
- Ghazal 329: At dawn the Twins laid their sword-belt down before me,
- Ghazal 332: Do not strike my heart with the arrow of your glance,
- Ghazal 338: I am a lover of a fair face and of hair that draws the heart;
- Ghazal 339: When the image of your face passes through the rose garden of the eye,
- Ghazal 346: I am not the kind of rend who gives up beauty and the cup;
- Ghazal 349: Last night I said: "I will put the passion for his face out of my head."
- Ghazal 352: For a long time now I have been serving in the tavern;
- Ghazal 366: We have not come to this door in pursuit of pomp and rank;
- Ghazal 367: I have a ruling from the Magian elder, and it is an old saying,
- Ghazal 371: We have laid down our dawn lesson on the road to the tavern;
- Ghazal 378: We do not speak ill, and we do not lean towards what is unjust;
- Ghazal 381: Although we are the servants of the king,
- Ghazal 387: The king of those with boxwood stature, the sovereign of the sweet-mouthed,
- Ghazal 398: O light of my eyes, there is something to be said: listen.
- Ghazal 411: Your musk-scattering forelock makes the violet writhe;
- Ghazal 414: The rose bush of pleasure is in bloom: where is the rose-cheeked cupbearer?
- Ghazal 421: The door of the house of the Magians had been swept and sprinkled;
- Ghazal 433: O you who have drawn a veil of musky down across the moon,
- Ghazal 436: If that one with the musk-scented down had written us a letter,
- Ghazal 440: At dawn I was telling the wind the story of my longing;
- Ghazal 442: By his life: if I had my own life within my reach,
- Ghazal 443: If, like the cypress, you stroll for a moment in a rose garden,
- Ghazal 447: Come, do not go on bearing this grudge against us,
- Ghazal 450: For a long time now you have kept us anxious;
- Ghazal 451: The sky gave you good help on the day of judgement;
- Ghazal 454: From the lane of the friend comes the breeze of the New Year wind;
- Ghazal 456: It is early spring: strive to be glad of heart,
- Ghazal 458: O heart, at the moment when you are ruined by rose-red wine,
- Ghazal 463: The peace of God, for as long as the nights return
- Ghazal 468: Who will carry a message from me, a beggar, to the kings:
- Ghazal 471: Who will bring me the kindness of a line from my beloved's pen?
- Ghazal 477: Two shrewd friends, and two measures of old wine,
- Ghazal 485: Cupbearer, here are the shade of a cloud, the spring and the bank of a stream;
- Ghazal 488: At dawn the voice of the tavern, wishing me well,
- Ghazal 495: "Ask for wine and scatter roses: what do you seek from time?"