Hafez on Patience

55 ghazals

  1. Ghazal 4: Morning breeze, tell that graceful gazelle with kindness:
  2. Ghazal 8: Rise, cupbearer, and pass the cup;
  3. Ghazal 23: The image of your face is our companion on every road;
  4. Ghazal 38: Without the sun of your face, no light is left in my day,
  5. Ghazal 41: Though wine gives joy and the wind sifts roses,
  6. Ghazal 57: That dark-skinned one who has all the sweetness of the world
  7. Ghazal 61: Morning breeze, if your way should take you to the friend's land,
  8. Ghazal 70: The pupil of our eye looks at nothing but your face;
  9. Ghazal 76: Apart from your threshold I have no refuge in the world;
  10. Ghazal 82: That fairy-faced Turk who left our side last night,
  11. Ghazal 91: O you who are absent from my sight, I entrust you to God;
  12. Ghazal 93: What a kindness it was that suddenly a drop from your pen
  13. Ghazal 95: The breeze from the curls of your hair keeps me always drunk;
  14. Ghazal 109: It is a long time since the heart's keeper sent a message;
  15. Ghazal 116: Whoever keeps the beauty and the down of the friend before his eyes,
  16. Ghazal 139: I laid my face on her road and she did not pass by me;
  17. Ghazal 155: If I go after her, she stirs up trouble;
  18. Ghazal 159: Not all the Sufi's coin is pure and unalloyed;
  19. Ghazal 181: After this, my hand and the hem of that tall cypress,
  20. Ghazal 188: That meddler faults me for being a rend and a lover
  21. Ghazal 189: If the bird of fortune passes this way again,
  22. Ghazal 194: The jasmine-scented, when they sit down, lay the dust of grief;
  23. Ghazal 198: I said: "When will your mouth and lip grant me my desire?"
  24. Ghazal 215: In the street of the tavern, O Lord, what a commotion there was at dawn,
  25. Ghazal 229: Fortune gives me no sign of the mouth of the friend;
  26. Ghazal 233: I will not give up the search until my desire is fulfilled:
  27. Ghazal 234: When the sun of wine rises from the east of the cup,
  28. Ghazal 235: O happy the time when the friend comes back,
  29. Ghazal 240: The cloud of early spring has risen, the wind of the New Year has blown;
  30. Ghazal 245: O parrot, you who speak of secrets,
  31. Ghazal 249: East wind, bring a fragrance from the dust of the friend's road;
  32. Ghazal 258: A thousand thanks that I have seen you again as I wished,
  33. Ghazal 261: Come in, so that strength may come back into the weary heart;
  34. Ghazal 265: My desire, in longing for your lip, has not yet been fulfilled;
  35. Ghazal 276: If the gardener wants the company of the rose for five days,
  36. Ghazal 289: His cheek, like the moon, is the meeting place of beauty and grace,
  37. Ghazal 294: In faithfulness to your love I am famous among the fair, like the candle;
  38. Ghazal 306: If I am granted the chance of arriving in your street,
  39. Ghazal 308: O you whose face is like paradise and whose ruby lip is its spring,
  40. Ghazal 319: For years I followed the creed of the rends,
  41. Ghazal 331: If he kills me with the sword, I will not hold back his hand;
  42. Ghazal 370: What virtue do you look for from us? We have called the drunken to the feast;
  43. Ghazal 384: I am burning from separation from you: turn your face away from cruelty.
  44. Ghazal 390: The crown of the Sultan Rose has appeared at the edge of the meadow;
  45. Ghazal 401: When I become the dust of his road, he shakes his skirt free of me;
  46. Ghazal 408: O you whose beauty has the sun for its mirror-holder,
  47. Ghazal 415: O messenger of the truthful, tell us news of our friend;
  48. Ghazal 418: If swords rain down in the lane of that moon,
  49. Ghazal 422: O you who have come with the chain of your long tress,
  50. Ghazal 437: O you, of whose lane the story of paradise is but a tale,
  51. Ghazal 464: The affair of your beauty, like my love, has reached perfection;
  52. Ghazal 471: Who will bring me the kindness of a line from my beloved's pen?
  53. Ghazal 477: Two shrewd friends, and two measures of old wine,
  54. Ghazal 483: At dawn, a wayfarer in a certain land
  55. Ghazal 488: At dawn the voice of the tavern, wishing me well,