Hafez on Reunion
116 ghazals
- Ghazal 2: Where is right conduct, and where am I, the ruined one?
- Ghazal 5: My heart is slipping from my hand; you who have hearts, for God's sake help!
- Ghazal 7: Come, Sufi, for the cup is a clear mirror;
- Ghazal 11: Cupbearer, light our cup with the radiance of wine;
- Ghazal 12: The moon of beauty takes its light from your shining face;
- Ghazal 15: O holy beauty, who unties the cord of your veil?
- 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 19: O breeze of dawn, where is the resting place of the friend?
- Ghazal 24: Do not ask obedience, vows or right conduct of me, the drunkard,
- Ghazal 27: My beloved came into the Magian temple, a cup in hand,
- Ghazal 30: Your tress bound a thousand hearts with a single hair;
- Ghazal 32: When God shaped the form of your heart-opening eyebrow,
- Ghazal 34: The portico of my eye's outlook is your nest;
- Ghazal 36: Since the tip of your tress fell into the hand of the breeze,
- Ghazal 38: Without the sun of your face, no light is left in my day,
- Ghazal 39: What need has my garden of cypress and pine?
- 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 61: Morning breeze, if your way should take you to the friend's land,
- Ghazal 62: Welcome, messenger of the longing ones; give the friend's message,
- Ghazal 69: There is no one who has not fallen to that double tress;
- Ghazal 70: The pupil of our eye looks at nothing but your face;
- Ghazal 77: A nightingale held a bright-coloured rose petal in its beak,
- Ghazal 82: That fairy-faced Turk who left our side last night,
- Ghazal 85: We did not taste one draught from her ruby lip, and she is gone;
- Ghazal 89: Lord, find a way for my beloved to come back in safety
- Ghazal 92: My lord, how finely you walk; I would die for you, head to foot.
- Ghazal 102: Last night the wind brought news of the friend who has travelled;
- Ghazal 103: The day of union with those who loved us, may it be remembered;
- Ghazal 107: May your beauty always be on the increase;
- Ghazal 116: Whoever keeps the beauty and the down of the friend before his eyes,
- Ghazal 123: The minstrel of love has a wondrous tune and melody;
- Ghazal 142: Friends, the daughter of the vine has repented of her veiling;
- Ghazal 154: Play a tune to whose music one can heave a sigh;
- 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 172: Love of you has turned out to be a sapling of bewilderment;
- Ghazal 174: Good news, O heart: the morning breeze has come back;
- Ghazal 175: The morning breeze came to congratulate the old wine seller:
- Ghazal 176: At dawn wakeful fortune came to my bedside
- Ghazal 178: Whoever became a confidant of the heart remained in the friend's sanctuary,
- Ghazal 179: Good news has come that the days of grief will not remain;
- Ghazal 186: If the wine seller grants the need of the rends,
- Ghazal 189: If the bird of fortune passes this way again,
- Ghazal 193: At our play of glances the uninformed stand bewildered;
- Ghazal 196: Those who with a glance turn dust into gold,
- Ghazal 200: Do you know what the harp and the lute are saying?
- Ghazal 212: Yesterday at dawn a cup or two had come my way,
- Ghazal 226: I fear that my tears will tear the veil from our grief,
- Ghazal 232: I am resolved that, if it lies within my power,
- Ghazal 235: O happy the time when the friend comes back,
- Ghazal 236: If that bird of holiness comes back through my door,
- Ghazal 238: With the crescent the world has drawn dye across the eyebrow of the festival;
- Ghazal 247: East wind, do not grudge a visit to the dwelling of the beloved,
- Ghazal 250: Show your face and take my own existence out of my memory;
- Ghazal 251: It is the night of union, and the letter of separation is folded away;
- Ghazal 253: O you by the radiance of whose face the tulip bed of life is glad,
- Ghazal 254: Once more from the branch of the straight cypress the patient nightingale
- Ghazal 255: Lost Joseph will come back to Canaan; do not grieve.
- Ghazal 256: I will give you a piece of advice; listen, and make no excuses:
- Ghazal 259: It is I who have opened my eyes upon the sight of the friend;
- Ghazal 261: Come in, so that strength may come back into the weary heart;
- Ghazal 272: Come back, and be the soul's companion to my straitened heart,
- Ghazal 277: The nightingale's whole thought is that the rose should be his friend;
- Ghazal 279: How pleasant is Shiraz, and its matchless setting!
- Ghazal 284: Last night a voice from the corner of the tavern
- Ghazal 289: His cheek, like the moon, is the meeting place of beauty and grace,
- 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 300: If a thousand enemies are set on destroying me,
- Ghazal 302: May you be the bearer of good news, O breeze of the north,
- Ghazal 303: I have caught the breath of affection and seen the lightning of union;
- Ghazal 306: If I am granted the chance of arriving in your street,
- Ghazal 312: Good news, for safety has alighted at Dhu Salam;
- Ghazal 313: Come back, cupbearer, for I am eager to serve,
- Ghazal 321: Though I have grown old, weary of heart and feeble,
- Ghazal 328: Who am I, that I should pass through that fragrant mind?
- Ghazal 329: At dawn the Twins laid their sword-belt down before me,
- Ghazal 336: Where is the good news of union with you, that I may rise up out of life itself?
- Ghazal 337: Why should I not set my mind on returning to my own land?
- Ghazal 339: When the image of your face passes through the rose garden of the eye,
- Ghazal 347: O idol, what am I to contrive against the grief of loving you?
- Ghazal 352: For a long time now I have been serving in the tavern;
- Ghazal 356: If it should lie within my power to sit with the keeper of my heart,
- Ghazal 362: The meeting has come about, and the kiss and the embrace as well;
- Ghazal 363: My pain comes from the friend, and my cure as well;
- Ghazal 368: Rise, so that we may seek an opening at the door of the tavern,
- Ghazal 372: Let us pass along the highway of the tavern,
- Ghazal 388: Spring and the rose have become stirrers of joy and breakers of repentance;
- Ghazal 392: Do you know what good fortune is? To see the face of the friend;
- Ghazal 395: Make of the musk-dark hyacinth a veil for the rose petal;
- Ghazal 397: Come in through the door and light up our night chamber;
- Ghazal 408: O you whose beauty has the sun for its mirror-holder,
- Ghazal 418: If swords rain down in the lane of that moon,
- Ghazal 419: Union with him is better than everlasting life;
- Ghazal 421: The door of the house of the Magians had been swept and sprinkled;
- Ghazal 425: He was passing by, trailing his skirt, in fine linen worked with gold;
- Ghazal 428: At daybreak, still heavy from the night's drinking,
- Ghazal 432: I am languishing from the cup of love: cupbearer, give me wine;
- Ghazal 436: If that one with the musk-scented down had written us a letter,
- Ghazal 442: By his life: if I had my own life within my reach,
- Ghazal 445: You who have everything in the world that can be desired,
- Ghazal 452: Man and fairy live only by the grace of love's existence;
- Ghazal 459: With this fine script that you draw on the rose of your cheek,
- Ghazal 460: Ever since Sulayma settled in Iraq,
- Ghazal 462: O smiling mouth that is like a casket of pearls,
- Ghazal 463: The peace of God, for as long as the nights return
- Ghazal 464: The affair of your beauty, like my love, has reached perfection;
- Ghazal 473: Count time as gain, as far as you are able;
- Ghazal 487: O you who know nothing, strive to become one who knows;
- Ghazal 488: At dawn the voice of the tavern, wishing me well,
- Ghazal 489: O you in whose face the lights of kingship are plain to see,
- Ghazal 491: I have fixed in my eye the eyebrow of one with a face like the moon;
- Ghazal 493: O king of the beautiful, save me from the grief of loneliness;
- Ghazal 494: O heart, if you come up out of that pit in the chin,