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Ghazal #332 Divan-e-Hafez, revised

Although I seethe like a vat of wine from love’s ferment, I drink blood with sealed lips that keep me silent. It is the soul’s resolve to possess the beloved’s lips; Look at me, whose struggle with soul has left … Continue reading

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Ghazal #264 Divan-e-Hafez, Khanlari

Beloved, who said to you “don’t ask about our state- become a stranger, and the story of no-friend relate”? Because your grace is inclusive and nature generous, forgive our latent sin, and ignore all the sordid facts. Do you wish … Continue reading

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Ghazal #441 Divan-e-Hafez, Khanlari

For a long time you have tied us up with expectation; Why confuse the sincere with someone else’s condition? You have not looked at me with the eye of approval; Is this how you regard those devoted to the spiritual? … Continue reading

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Ghazal #359 Divan-e-Hafez, Khanlari

We have not come to this door for position and rank; we came here for protection from the curse of fate. Wayfarers of the stations of love, from utter Nothing we have come all the way to the realm of … Continue reading

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I drink and drink and lift my ruby glass

I drink and drink, and lift my ruby glass; How, O how can I forget her- promise? Smash the mirror, O smash the mirror, now; What else to do when she finds me- remiss? And what to say, yes, what … Continue reading

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We live out a rogue fantasy

We live out a rogue fantasy Supported by divine mercy; Who knows the impossible truth Concealed in this mundane story?

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Ghazal #69, from Ghazals For The Friend

Hafez means the preserver of the very Word of God; For him, this was not the Koran, but truth’s very bod. His vocation was the ghazal- a personal confession: The Beloved’s long curly hair was his constant obsession. For God … Continue reading

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Ghazal #131, from Ghazals For The Friend

The Perfect Master reveals the Maha Yoga of you go, Just like the perfect actor’s self vanishes in a show. When the I, at last, starts to disappear from the mind, The ego whines in protest that it is going … Continue reading

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Ghazal #78 from Ghazals For The Friend

The Eternal Living Ancient One is your best Friend; He is the one on whom life after life you can depend. He is more loyal to you than your own faithful shadow, Who never fails to deny you in the twilight … Continue reading

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Ghazal #115 from Ghazals For The Friend

We shout as cracks widen under our feet; Shards of glass fly along the broken street. All the many promises we promised to keep, Pile into one another in a bloody heap. Eyes wide shut stare at the falling ground; … Continue reading

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