Gyric poems of Ha'fez

صبحدم مرغ چمن با گل نو خاسته گفت
At dawn, the free bird of the lawn had a colloquy with the sprout: Blooms like you are spread throughout, no cause for your flout; The bud grinned: H tade no offence to face the truth, but no lover confronts his sweetheart with words such brute; If you desire to drink ruby wine from a studded chalice, beware there are many a pearl to pierce with the tip of lashes, if you care; One would never feel the warmth of affection,
If he does not sweep the dust off the tavern with his complexion; At the flower garden, the weather was charming, The tresses of hyacinth were tousled by the breeze of the morning, I asked about the whereabout of jam's mythical: Alas! the flourishing wealth has taken a nap; The world of love cannot be revealed by the tongue, let the wine tender serve her round and cut short the dialogue; The tears of Hafez washed away patience and wisdom to the ocean, What can I do, vexation of love could not remain arcance?

ترسم كه اشك در غم ما پرده در شود
وين راز سر به مهر به عالم سمر شود

I fear that my tears remove the cover of my love affair,
As soon the mystery becomes unveiled in the far and near,
Ston my turn into a transparent garnet,
A verity but, with great suffering and and lots of fret,
I shal go to the tavern, whimpering, to ask for justness,
There with a drink, I may be relieved from rancor and sadness,
I have sent arrows of prayers from many a corner,
Maybe one would hit the aim that I revere;
Oh my soul! recount the tale to my dear,
But whisper it low that zephyr could not hear,
From the reflections of your face, I have gained much favor,
The blessing of your foot steps turns dust into goldenware;
I'm amazed with the vyinginsolence of my rival,
May a pauper never become a man who gains approval,
There are points besides beauty that makes one:
To the taste of men of insight, a person renown,
The arrogance that fortifies the palace of coalescence,
Would remove many a head at its threshold, attemping intrance;
Hafez! the fragrance of the tips of her hair is in your hand
Be reticent, otherwise, zephyr is bound to find.

در خرابات مغان گر گذر افتد بازم

Within the Magian tavern
The light of God I see;
In such a place O wonder!
Shines out such radiancy.
Boas, not, O king of pilgrims,
The privilage of thee:
Thou viewest God's own temple;
God shews himself to me,
Combed from the fair ones' tresses
I win sweet musk to-day,
But ah! the distant fancy
That I should gain cathay.
A firy heart tears flowing,
Night's sorrow, Dawn's lament-
All this to me dispenses
Your glance benevolent.
my fancy's way thine image
Arresteth momently;
Whom shall i tell, What marvels
Whithin this veil i see?
Not all the musk of china,
The scents of Tartary,
Excel those subtle odours
The dawn breez wafts to me.
If Hafez plays at glances,
Friends, be not critical:
For truly, As I know him,
He truly loves you all.

سحر به بوي گلستان دمي شدم در باغ

Twas morning, and the lord of day
had shed his light o'er Shiraz towers,
where bulbuls trill their love-lorn lay
To serenade the maiden flowers.
Like them oppreesed by love's sweet pain,
I wander in a garden fair;
And there to cool my throbbing brain
I woo the perfumed morning air.
The damask rose with beauty gleams, it's face all bathed in rubby light, And shines like
some bright star that beams From out of the somber veil of night. The very bulbul, as the
glow
Of pride and pasion warms its breast, Forgets awhile its former woe In pride that conquers
love's unrest.
The sweet narcissus opens its eyes, a tear drop glistening on the lash, As though twere
gazing piteously upon the tulip's bleeding gash.
The lily seemed to menace me,
And showed its curved andquivering blade,
While every frail anemone.
A gossip's open mouth displayed.
And here and there a graceful group
Of flowers like men who worship wine,
Each raising up his little stoup
To catch the dewdrop's draught devine,
And others yet like Hebes stand,
Their dripping vases downward turned,
As if dispending to the band
The wind for which their hearts had burned,
This moral it is mine to sing:
Go learn a lesson of the flowers;
Joy's season is in life's young spring,
Then seiz, like them, the fleeting hours.

May your goodness always increase
And your smiling face never cease
In our head the thought of your love
Every day is on the increase.
Every cedar and every spruce
From your height may you hear their pleas
The eye not intrigued by thee
Its tear drops a bloody disease.
Your eye for mesmerizing hearts
Is a magician and master-tease.
Wherever a heart is longing for thee
Impatiently shears its own fleece.
The beauty of all the lovers
Beside your swan is ugly geese.
The heart that is out of love’s lease
From the circle of union release.
Hafiz’s soul, your ruby lips ease
Away from base lips, if you please.
© Shahriar Shahriari
حسـن تو همیشه در فزون باد
رویت همه ساله لالـه گون باد
اندر سر ما خیال عشـقـت
هر روز کـه باد در فزون باد
هر سرو که در چـمـن درآید
در خدمـت قامتت نـگون باد
چشـمی که نه فتنه تو باشد
چون گوهر اشک غرق خون باد
چـشـم تو ز بـهر دلربایی
در کردن سـحر ذوفـنون باد
هر جا که دلیسـت در غـم تو
بی صبر و قرار و بی سکون باد
قد هـمـه دلـبران عالـم
پیش الـف قدت چو نون باد
هر دل که ز عشق توست خالی
از حلـقـه وصـل تو برون باد
لعـل تو که هست جان حافظ
دور از لـب مردمان دون باد

O Lord, this orb is no more than your bat and ball
The expanse of universe, your arena and your hall
The victorious queen is in awe of your lock
Your playing the course, victorious eyes enthrall.
Mercury’s composition speaks of your grandeur
Even the Universal Mind is at your beacon call.
The splendor of the trees of Paradise beside yours pale
Based on your majesty, Paradise you install.
Not only animate and inanimate are at your call
Whatever is in this world, at your command are they all.

For a long time my Beloved no message sent
Didn’t write a greeting, and no word sent
I sent a hundred letters, yet that mounted King
Dispatched no messages, no greeting sent.
Towards the wild and mind-ridden me
No tame deer and no fine grouse sent
Knew that I, my hearts bind, would fly away
Yet from his vast stores, no trap sent.
Alas that sweet & joyful cup bearer
Knew that I was drunk, yet no cup sent.
Often I faked my standing in life
No news of a place for me was sent.
Hafiz be polite, there is no questioning
If the King no message to his subjects sent.

Last night, pansy addressed flowers and itself displayed
My swinging in this world, so and so's hair would braid.
My heart was a treasure chest of secrets, the hands of fate
Closed and locked and its key, to my Beloved bade.
Physician sent the broken me to my Beloved and said
My panacea and cure, only by Your hands are made.
May he be healthy, and happy, and in bliss
That his healing hands upon the needy laid.
Take your own advice, O incessant counselor
Sweet lover and wine, whosoever forbade?
Passed by poor me, and towards my rivals strayed
Said, "my poor Hafiz has given his life, I am afraid."

Whoever, to your face, such cheerful colors gave
Patience and serenity for poor me can also save
Whoever trained your hair so arrogantly to behave
His grace, such injustice for poor me can also waive.
I gave up my desires on the first day when
Beloved took my heart's rein and made me her slave.
If there's no golden treasure, at least satisfied I remain
He who gave that to the king, made this the lot of the knave.
This world, just like a bride, in appearance is glorified
He who gave his life to this, has only dug his own grave.
From now on, I spend my time in nature with rivers & trees
While the breeze, of time of spring, would rant and rave.
Hafiz's heart was brave, rode hardships wave after wave
Though separations deprave, the King as our healer gave.

He, who always keeps his trust in the One
The One keeps all evils from him apart and gone.
I will not tell the tale of a friend, save to a friend
For it is a friend who keeps a friend’s word anon.
O heart make your living so that if you slip
The Angels will hold your upraised hands to the sun.
And if you want the Beloved not to break His oath
Keep your oath such that the chain won’t come undone.
And if one day upon that lock you see my heart,
Ask for His mercy, to keep my place, give to none.
When I asked him to keep my heart, replied
Ask the Father in Heaven, I am a helpless son.
My health and wealth, heart and soul, I give for Thee
May god keep compassion in my heart, always won.
Where is the dust of thy path, so Hafiz keep
In memory of the morning breeze’s gentle run.