In the service of wine and love let sometime go by Every moment I fear death, otherwise. Ecstatic, my soul was radiant, bright, Like a shirt in comfort, hanging loose Little you know why with wine, I always myself align. As a young man he was inducted to study at the famous an-Nizamiyya center of knowledge (1195–1226), where he excelled in Islamic sciences, law, governance, history, Arabic literature, and Islamic theology. No guards, no grandeur, this hall is bare Beloved from old times this poor lover has slain. And to the ones who forbid the tavern and wine Till His breeze settles His dust upon my lap as my prize With my pupils picking the flowers that are shown. It is your flowing lock of hair that I espouse. Beside the one who understood, even heavenly bliss The artist of firmaments, earth and spheres Beloved took my heart's rein and made me her slave. Since you have blown over the very sand of my friend. When worthy, you will reach your conclusions. The locks of the sweetheart and Master lock up and deceive Though sweetness of the tongue, kingship implies, Physician sent the broken me to my Beloved and said Though I am a sinner, judge me not by my sins You bring me down and leave me on the earthly plane; Saadi finally returns to Iran where he meets his childhood companions in Isfahan and other cities. Golestan: In Farsi with English Translation (Persian Edition) Saadi. I was lovesick. I came to know Joseph's goodness, that daily would increase as Saadi sang in earlier ages, Hafiz said, from breathing in dust of the tavern do refrain Beloved turns stone to lava, and molten wax manipulate. He who seeks obedience in colorful & patched Where to now, O proud partridge, halt and pause What if on Judgement Day, no favor would be gained I promise to enter the first tavern on my round. Walk with him, say farewell, he'll tear the veil. Though I am old, tonight, hold me in your arms And your smiling face never cease That seductress holds my rein, O ask me not. by this spirit, noble and pure, tempt and allure His lyrics are found eaadi Ghazaliyat Lyrics and his odes in Qasa’id Odes. This earth and sky is no more than a bleeding sieve The tomb was firstly renovated during Karim Khan Zand (1750-1779), and it was then greatly elaborated in 1952 during Mohammad Reza Shah Pahlavi (1941-1979). O morning breeze, remind Him, I plea. God seem like fraud Thank God my idol is there O heart, O wise Master, experienced in love My head was agitated such with her fragrant hair Food. Keep from rolled up sleeve that outstretched arm belies. Unhappy the hearts that candle of love barricade. That holy night, to the New Life was enslaved. 1 Citations. Ashamed and repentant of one's own case, there is no one who is not. I am never aware of the secrets and state of my soul Your face the moon inspire, Longing for your lips The bud of your goodness remained closed Else in you, from toe to face, there is not a thing Even our good name demands that we be freed. O heart, the pain of love burned once played this playful tune, On the path of Love, Hafiz, lost & unsure, home is with my friends, not in a strange land, For my mind's journey, sent forth supplies of wine. all. Why would the king know where the policemen flock? Light of the hopeful eye, eternal symbol of adoration; Though I am silent, he must shake and quake. Hafiz kisses only the bearer and the cup May your sweet wine daily pour upon my lips and my face. of fate In the garden take your seat friend. From the time that I made my search for Thee my intent The firmaments let us shatter My fantasy of thy vision, my inner If I rend my shirt in my madness, so what? Since my lips, sweetness of your lips, did once trace. Since Truth they cannot see, to fantasies they would flock. Only dreaming of you, go to sleep my two eyes O thou, companion of my heart With my own ears I heard her last night O breeze of Beloved’s land, how much Paperback. My father too, treaded that path oblique. Intoxication pleases my Beloved and my Lord Its waters with freshness, always equate. Riches in your lucky streak, The candle flame of Goodness Passed by poor me, and towards my rivals strayed Breath of morning breeze will refresh & set you free. Where is the minstrel, that all piety and mind The green fields of fate were fully What was the song the minstrel played? O God, that supremely gentle and graceful face Keep jealous eyes away, because the good Come hither wine-bearer, the Sufi's beautiful lover May god keep compassion in my heart, always won. Be joyful with Hafiz, with love enemies detain, So false piety I can leave, and take flight. A sip of wine never cause misdeed or grief Forbidden drinking wine, where Beloved will not be My eye-liner is the dust of your door and fence Ralph Waldo Emerson was also an avid fan of Sadi’s writings, contributing to some translated editions himself. Hafiz leaves without his dervish’s vest. estate, Each one is seated upon his own throne. That of the pearl of my ear is better. Burning love, Hafiz's heart would entertain Puzzling fate, in my fate, my agony and pain lies Let the scent of Shiraz upon the In the court of the Truth, at the time of our demise Narcissus may mock your ways, you keep calm, Thou, careless of people’s suffering, Deserve not the name, “human being”. Let your Seal, seal the fate of the Royal Seal From the circle of union release. atop the tree Upon this endless ocean without a shore. Homage, to the beggar at the door of the Beloved, I pay. From the church & hypocritical vestments, I take offence Even from the very early days after the poet's death, the tomb of Saadi in Shiraz became a place of pilgrimage to lovers of poetry and literature. Who sees your beauty's deceit and misdeed? This house is eternally the gateway through which He is also known for a number of works in Arabic. disclose In the house of my Beloved, how can I enjoy the feast O Thou compassionate one, life giver and the wise Till the fragrance of your hair to every inhaler flies I was brokenhearted and still unaware; is not easy for sure, and is pure Like Hafiz, I gained all my good habits You lure us with Love, and like pawns, you play For children of men, angel is the norm. On this path lie bloody, the martyrs of human race. Like flowers open up, or stay in muddy collusions. O wise Tavern Master, help me in my hour of need One glance solved the riddles that I Braille, Found him wine in hand and happy face A mere crevice in His courtly block. Dust of the door of your house, my teary eyes will chastise 1645, http://www.sacred-texts.com/isl/bus/bus07.htm, http://books.google.com/books?id=Fl6qYIcln8MC&printsec=frontcover&dq=Debal&as_brr=1&source=gbs_book_similarbooks#v=onepage&q=&f=false, گلستان سعدی، باب اول، تصحیح محمدعلی فروغی, "Obama and Israeli Leader Make Taped Appeals to Iran", http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/21/world/middleeast/21iran.html, Persian Language & Literature: Saadi Shirazi, Sa'di: A story about wealth vs. virtue - Translation from Washington State University, The Bustan of Sadi, tr. From the reed draw sugar and fill a pot. Since the church bells call the call that for pilgrimage equips. Narcissus’s ways of drunkenness Under the shade of that tall spruce, myself, I found. In shade of the spruce, the rose that was floored Passage of time and the stars, are but what we fantasize elixir of life poured I was saved from all traps and paths oblique. A native of Shiraz, his father died when he was an infant. For wine and Beloved, I fear none I distrust. display Send a bouquet of your face with morning breeze Separation puts me on fire Narcissus' eyes from poppy will grow pale. O God, when will my fate and desires hand in hand Though my drunkenness has brought forth my ruin Contemporary Persian and Classical Persian are the same language, but writers since are classified as contemporary. Found nothing more joyful than the sound of words of love Hafiz, separation is not at tragedy, Until His lips fulfill my lips like a reed He was a great poet, philosopher, writer, and intellectual in the Persian language. Alas, these sweet gypsy clowns, these agitators of our town Has taken infidelity to extreme height. Bride of the World, in goodness, extreme $22.99. Neither Hafiz’s Don’t treat every people the same, One, the drunk bearer, cup in hand, knows with repose. Drinking wine, without that face, is but lust. The Angels will hold your upraised hands to the sun. Without the pull of love, everything would drown. As my own soul, I extol, The joy of peace of the mind Hold his funeral as another living dead. before designed. A point much finer than a strand of hair, The Gulistan of Sa'di; Poems by Saadi English translations of Saadi's poetry. People of the mosque with the church debate. Let not your pride make the nightingale flee. Why Confession-Priests, their own repentance delay. Garden of Eden, Tree of Knowledge, and nymphs of Paradise Like a crescent, lean & meek. My colorful wise Master, in my dealings with the His endless goodness, many lovers slay '"[11], Web I break promise, not the bowl, O my rivals, Where is sermon and hymn, & the violin's music whence. The mystics over this chain seek no confrontation. I raised like smoke the dust of conflict; but when Fortune does not favour, of what avail is fury? Beauty of your hair consoles every lover my soul resurrected, upward glide. Happy days were when your words crucified, If only we could keep these three until the end. My trap is her hair, her mole is the seed, and I O Fair one, spring is gone, take note I mean Let love’s flame in hearts be fanned. You said, if you care, you dare The sweet dimple that adorns your chin, in depth, land of repute, our passage they will dispute, When Until my wisdom put greed in jail. Wonder not if I am bathed in heart’s In my longings for Thy face, I, and hopeful desires, Better to keep his arm in his sleeve Brave separation Hafiz, patiently wait From deserts, upon the breeze musk is flown. Even the chaste Mistress succumbed to the love she would extol. Bite not your upper lip and speak not Come bring me wine, my love cries out loud your cheeks blush, In the night of separation, send butterfly of union bright light of Divine Hermits patiently await your good vision That in the morn I make a start. My eyes tearfully play That candle who radiates riches and joy You Are Here. Ask for His mercy, to keep my place, give to none. That on my last day I take the bitter pill. his behind. Laden with my ignorant ties God save it from harm and the hands of fate. Hafiz, let go of infamy and name, No metaphor of any kind I said, the tavern drowns my every sigh; place He who gave his life to this, has only dug his own grave. Between Jafarabad and Mossalla O hunter, leave my deer and let it live I know of none, who in this love, forever remained blind. If worn by beloved, and embraced tight and dense. ties. The sea of the skies and the gondola of the moon Enslaved to Hafiz's voice and sweet songs in detail. friend. With the hope of God's mercy, this path of yours you forbear. Happy days were when Beloved would decide, A hundred beggars like myself, on this path I can train. fault me? Not that our swords were blunt—it was the vengeance of stars of ill fortune. If for forty days you let it stand. Reviews There are no reviews yet. Of her black hair I complain, O ask wrung after wrung, were strung and hung Bathing in such a place, there is no sweetness that is not. A moment, a year-long streak, A vision of your face Seek more wine, your drunkenness inflame. Though many jewels and rings of gold, The locks of your hair are curled With a flood of tears, to sleep, I Tell me of my friend, my messenger of Even my filtered clear red fluid, dregs sports. Everywhere upon the walls is what in awe he had Saadi distinguished between the spiritual and the practical or mundane aspects of life. Cast a glance at Hafiz in rags, a kiss, a word. songs, and sway. Have mercy upon me and compassion, Familiar is your trail, and your tale, what does it mean? Forgive me and let me make peaceful amends. My eyes, evil seeds have never sown. You too, my son, by age will be floored. As if Angels sing Hafiz's Hafiz, for your sake, entered this tale To the drunken say not secrets of the If my tears turn ruby color, say naught My slanderer is at home, I complain to what avail? To the servants whom your passage extolled. As a young man he was inducted to study at the famous an-NizzāmÄ«ya center of knowledge (1195–1226), where he excelled in Islamic Sciences, law, governance, history, Arabic literature and theology. Like this flask of wine, fate too bleeds and distorts. A singing parrot in love with nuts and sweets of my Wikimedia Commons has media related to Bostan. Venus wedded to your songs, in the firmaments' inverted bowl. Whom can I speak a word to, and say what? pious of the heart, I am lost in a love, so great To years of patience with life’s hailstorm and gale. Hafiz wrote his love poems only on the day that he For some time make it deep 840 Views . Gentle breeze bestow this feast with plentiful horn I cannot tell you to befriend this, or drink that unruly with pride, with a candle’s zeal your flame will rise grown How the minstrel the cup and put it to my lips Openly I admit, with much joy and Has He forgotten my years of serving Him? Close the door after a prayer is read. In a thousand ways showing the world its own reflection. Till you grant my wish, I won't give Both Beloved & bearer greet their toll. Thoughts of friendship start? Is a magician and master-tease. What Hafiz said without doubt. beside yours pale I said O fate, when will you awake? This wine, Hafiz, has not had a chance to glean. My decayed skeleton will dance with joy and much glee. ", Alexander Pushkin, one of Russia's most celebrated poets, quotes Saadi in his masterpiece Eugene Onegin:[3]. The unique thing about Saadi is that he embodies both the Sufi Sheikh and the travelling merchant. Praise God for all the intrigue in my mind that is at stake. My insane heart’s desires, my senses hound. And if I arrive there sane and sound is my choir, O soul what can I say As though it was in their own spite. I have traveled the world and in the end If my friend's deceptions don't break my heart Whose attention will it grace     On its guidance can depend. My hand running through the locks of your hair lovingly that is not. Lovers are free from fortune and fame's snare. did God give you this Holy Grail?" The fire that never dies, in my heart is awake. From evil eyes may you be freed; How could my helmet and cuirass aid me when my bright star favoured me not? Tell me not of Paradise, as long as I have your thought This state wrecks my house and my faith wind, flowers sorts Rules of the cup are in command. hair, sweaty, smiling, drunken, and The images in Bustan are delicate in nature and soothing. In the face of jealousy, with humbleness yourself Step above the ground, when you decide to pass us by It is now the turn of Baghdad more your promenade These are the lot of mine, and are favors From beyond entered our midst, let her now rest Keep lovers away from your side with your glare          Then If the breeze of Your hair at Hafiz's The patient nightingale on a branch grace, O Lord, this journey, why did you for me decree? Jewels of the Holy Grail come from an unworldly mine O wine-bearer, may your cup always be full Nonetheless accept them, Hafiz, and good taste The Grail contains but wine, if only you realize near, disappear The heart that is out of love’s lease And if one day upon that lock you see my heart, Who talks about the story of Hafiz and his cup? By God, this story is a long chain, O ask me not. When the King is his guiding pole. I see the waters, but not spruce and pine. Said, O my old lover, you are still in dreamland For your beauty, everything I will decry, and will One weaves talks of idle kind Many turns the Wheel of Fate this familiar turn Whoever wishes may come, and whatever, may declare. The rosary and gown will not bring you joy The radiance of your goodness Joy is what everyone needs Choose the wine because, fate cheats and extorts. Bring good news O heart, for the musician of love At night I compose, and in the morn cry out my gain. O breeze if by chance you pass through friendly gardens I forgive your errs, you have not seen the Wise. With a whiff of what it's all about. That aromatic breeze, that life-giving morning sign. The corner of the tavern is my altar, Soft eyes, smiling lips, and happy heart with her lies. line     Only if it will ascend. On my deathbed give me a glimpse of your face He was born in Shirazi, the capital of Iran at that time. Early morning in tavern, who had homage on his mind. Those who have seen your face, are all-knowing and wise My love and longing for you, my broken heart will dignify. When you pass by my tomb, ask for Your face, like a vision, in my mind would form and fade The spruce and I, both rooted to the ground again Painful heart, tearful eyes, sigh of the morn, cry of the night Else you must weather tyranny’s storm. Each cup that was filled by that lovely hand Last night till time of dawn, I prayed and plead. Bring forth red wine, and restore the flow in my facial vein. The eye not intrigued by thee Saadi's prose style, described as "simple but impossible to imitate" flows quite naturally and effortlessly. that is not. Hidden hand came and kept away his undeserving plea Drunken Dervishes passed by, and it passed by I need not fight myself, why make my soul misaligned? Saadi demonstrates a profound awareness of the absurdity of human existence. failure will endure. Sweet nectar drips from my lips, as if they cut me with a sword I exclaimed, "what has made thee decrepit like an old fox?". To the vision of your brow I lost my cloak He finally returns to Persia where he meets his childhood companions in Isfahan and other cities. Though I am old and decrepit and weak A million deep thoughts can’t possibly transcend. The nightingale cries, who painted this flowery scene? I shall raise my flag at the Tavern of the Grail. Repent & my sins uncover Has plans, access to which nobody can gain. A native of Shiraz, his father died when he was an infant. Necks and ears of many elegantly hold; Look closely at the world, and choose gaiety and joy The sun is up, it is now dawn-break. The lover and beloved differ as white and red Surpass the moral rules we pretend to uphold. Ask for a majestic life, if this world is what you seek Like Hafiz, two hundred slaves command. O bird of Paradise, your secrets Though I move upon this path, another my path Memories of friends my mind depart The meadows welcome O God, the newly born. Drunk and disconcerted and demented and deceived Nobody knows what plans it would feign. Toggle navigation. Focusing on me diverts me from my friend. Till the hair of Bride of Verses was brushed lock Being bricks of clay is our final fate. With reverence, Hafiz's name, they pass from hand to Not for a day or a week; If they come to us a moment, and sit Whoever charismatically becomes the king By God, from this intent, I never ran nor walked astray. How could I share my visions? From my ashes, like Phoenix I rose Happy is the moment that like Hafiz with His help destitute and in need, let your love and passion breed, If I'd better for peace of mind, inquire. Whoever had found his way to the That beautiful Shirazi A thousand tulips upon the beloved's cheeks open up Unfaithful friends broke their promises O pious one, pass me by, 'cause this red wine Smilingly you said who is the mad one from the start? The poetry of Hafiz can only inform Find a refuge and make the best of times The goodness of robe and rug I’ll gladly myself deny. With your grace, bring drunken me aboard. My silence, deference and respect extends. Even when my bones decompose and rot Hearts of the gifted artists, his hand churns. In this path to die enslaved to the Lord God-given right Found the secrets in the dust upon which we walk. Of the Mongols he writes: In Isfahan I had a friend who was warlike, spirited, and shrewd. His graceful eye, upon the ignorant turns. Where to O heart, in such hurry you go whence? It’s not your way. It is a writing of Shaikh Sharafuddin Masleh Ud Din Saadi R.A. With the song of the harp and reed I defy. Not only animate and inanimate are at your call Why is the pain of love so bland? Like a boiling pot, express my effervescence. Embrace me like your mate burn my heart, like a moth, your flames would ride. Yet the Golden Calf beside Moses’ rod would just pale. You go from the tavern straight to the heaven’s peak. Hafiz is upset with you, with your harshness and your ties The green grass feels like Paradise; Be my moon, rise up for me How beautiful is Shiraz's Spring winds the March rain clouds Ardently, sincerely, a thousand prayers I let fly Worry not, drink to the music of the harp knave. is not. Saadi mentions Honey-gatherers in Azerbaijan, fearful of Mongol plunder. Towards the tavern, Hafiz went forth with thrill Alas if self-absorbed you're free from inclusions. O breeze tell us about the inhabitants of city of Yazd We ask the players to play Show me your beauty, O graceful beloved of mine As long as wine and tavern are around, I followed my guidance to the detail. padding-left: 50px !important; The smile on the cup's face and Beloved's hair strand By the royal decree wrote line after Whatever befalls us is the doing of our own affair. O, what exalted sunrise, what Raise your hat, throw aside the mask you've worn. You were the desire of another, O breeze of union, Than ruby red blood, its dust is better. Nobody for good measures girded your fields Yet you let the vision and image of your Beloved fade. breeze set sail. In my mendicant state without you Beloved steals my heart with hundred hopes Smoke rising from my corps, by my inner fire fanned. Those who are tired may seek your aid Enslaved to your love, from both worlds I am free. And Paradise will be thine, Merry songs and fair speech With its perfume, the morning breeze unlocks those beautiful locks And dancing, our heads decline, Blow our dust O gentle breeze Like a bird I took flight from my cage of dust and clay Phoenix, at great heights will fly With whom can I share that she brought me my demise $22.99. I heard Venus at dawn, while drawing open the veil My heart, mirror of the King, is all covered with dust, To miss tress of meadow & knoll, If armies of the good and fair Joyous, in golden garments, pass us by My lover is leaving, God be with her through my cries, With its perfume, the morning breeze unlocks those beautiful locks The curl of those dark ringlets, many hearts to shreds strips. O heart make your living so that if you slip friend. Running from love and grace has never been my way. Took flight from my friends, repented from drunkenness, daughter of vine.... 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