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زبان * خط * سخن * صفحه شخصی : ابوالقاسم آوند




In the morning breeze, your scent, whoever inhaled
A close friend these familiar words, in his ear hailed;
O King of Goodness, glance at this beggar’s state
Of beggars and kings this ear heard many tales, quite detailed.
With this aromatic wine, I satisfy my soul’s appetite
I’ve seen robe wearing priests that many deceptions trailed.
God’s secrets that the godly man silently kept
How in the world the wine-seller so clearly unveiled?
O God where is the one who knows and sees
To open up the secrets that in my heart are jailed.
It was not fair to punish my godly heart
With abuse, my heart bitterly cried and wailed.
If I was deprived in my longing, say naught
Kindness of fate from this hardship, none bailed.
Come bring me wine, my love cries out loud
Heard it from ourselves, whoever our tale detailed.
This is not the first time we covertly drink the wine
Master of the tavern caught us in the act each time we exhaled.
This is not a first for drinking to the song of the harp
Many turns the Wheel of Fate this familiar turn scaled.
Advice of the wise comes from a deep goodness within
Beside the one who understood, even heavenly bliss paled.
Hafiz in duty the ocean of prayer sailed
Regardless of if his prayer was granted or failed

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یکشنبه 93 آذر 9 :: 9:37 صبح ::  نویسنده : ابوالقاسم آوند

One more breath, my fate is at stake
Alas, my good fortune does not wake.
Morning breeze blew Her dust in my eye
I cannot see from the tears and the ache.
I cannot embrace and hug your body, why?
My most ardent wishes I must break.
Only with the Beloved, I can be & can try
No other labor can I undertake.
Only from your hair some good news I can pry
Else, from strangers, there"s no news I can take.
Ardently, sincerely, a thousand prayers I let fly
What use, not even one in my world I can make.
Enough sharing my heart with the morning breeze"s sigh
With my luck tonight, not even the dawn will break.
I spend my whole life in pursuit till I die
Yet misfortunes of your hair I cannot shake.
Hafiz & his heart, everyone must forsake
Has hidden himself within your wave & wake

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دوشنبه 93 آبان 19 :: 1:21 عصر ::  نویسنده : ابوالقاسم آوند

 

When the golden orb ascends from the east of the cup
A thousand tulips upon the beloved"s cheeks open up
The morning breeze breaks upon the head of the bouquet
The bouquet of the bouquet will flow amidst the grass and crop.
The story of the night of separation is not that story
Of which a small account many, many books would fill up.
This poor and impoverished house of Fate can"t satiate
Cry out a hundred sorrows and upon a morsel sup.
With brain and brawn cannot search for the essence
A mere fantasy, this endeavor too will flop.
If like Noah, you can patiently await the end of storm
The tides of fortune turn, and your life-long desires prop.
If the breeze of Your hair at Hafiz"s tomb makes a stop
A hundred thousand tulips will adorn his grave-top

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چهارشنبه 93 مهر 23 :: 9:34 صبح ::  نویسنده : ابوالقاسم آوند

Till you grant my wish, I won"t give up my demand
I will reach the Soul of Souls, or be buried in this land.
When I am dead and buried, open my grave and see
Smoke rising from my corps, by my inner fire fanned.
Show Thy face to the people, awe-struck and radiant
Man and woman will cry out, at Thy smallest command.
I am tired of this life, jealousy eats away my heart
Without a kiss from your lips, I end my worldly errand.
In search of those sweet lips, I have spent my whole life
Desires of the deprived, those lips will reprimand.
In the circles of the Lovers, his goodness they understand,
With reverence, Hafiz"s name, they pass from hand to hand.




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سه شنبه 93 مهر 8 :: 2:5 عصر ::  نویسنده : ابوالقاسم آوند

 

 

I said I long for thee
    You said your sorrows will end.
Be my moon, rise up for me
    Only if it will ascend.

I said, from lovers learn
How with compassion burn
Beauties, you said in return
    Such common tricks transcend.

Your visions, I will oppose
My mind"s paths, I will close
You said, this night-farer knows
    Another way will descend.

With the fragrance of your hair
I"m lost in my world"s affair
You said, if you care, you dare
    On its guidance can depend.

I said hail to that fresh air
That the morning breeze may share
Cool is that breeze, you declare
    With beloved"s air may blend.

I said, your sweet and red wine
Granted no wishes of mine
You said, in service define
    Your life, and your time spend.

I said, when will your kind heart
Thoughts of friendship start?
Said, speak not of this art
    Until it"s time for that trend.

I said, happiness and joy
Passing time will destroy.
Said, Hafiz, silence employ
    Sorrows too will end my friend.

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یکشنبه 93 شهریور 23 :: 8:54 صبح ::  نویسنده : ابوالقاسم آوند

Those who are tired may seek your aid
It is unfair if your aid is stayed.
You never mistreated us. It’s not your way.
Any such mischief, you would degrade
.
Unfortunate the eyes that can’t shed tears of love,
Unhappy the hearts that candle of love barricade
.
With the auspicious fly towards the light
,
Leave behind bats and birds who seek the shade.
Wonder not if I sought help in the tavern,
My Master said in the temple they trade.

Without virtue, worship is idolatry
,
Goodness won’t come, when virtue delayed.
Hafiz, through virtue and wisdom wade,
Else hold your tongue and remain afraid

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سه شنبه 93 شهریور 4 :: 9:0 صبح ::  نویسنده : ابوالقاسم آوند


As long as wine and tavern are around,
Before the Master, I bow to the ground.
To the old Master, eternally I am bound,
Have always been, will always be, on this merry-go-round.

When you pass by my tomb, ask for grace,
It’s a shrine where the drunkards abound.
The self-serving pious can’t see this
That is veiled and with eyes can’t be found.
My lovely beloved left our midst on this day,
My tears ceaselessly flow, ceaselessly my chest I pound.

And when I go to sleep in my grave,
Until awakening, my concerns soul will hound.
Hafiz please help, or else fate will astound,
Beloved’s locks around arms of others may be wound

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