Arabic & Persian
Hafiz
Shams al-Din Muhammad Hafez of Shiraz (c. 1315–1390) is the most beloved lyric poet of Persia. He is remembered chiefly for his ghazals, short rhymed lyrics of love, wine and mystical longing, gathered after his death into the Divan. His pen-name, Hafiz, means one who has memorised the Qur'an. He lived in Shiraz, where his tomb remains a place of pilgrimage, and his verses are still consulted and recited across the Persian-speaking world.
The poems here are three English versions: forty-three free rhymed renderings from Gertrude Lowthian Bell's Poems from the Divan of Hafiz (London: Heinemann, 1897), one song translated by Sir William Jones (1771), and a selection of forty-two odes in Herman Bicknell's translation, as printed in the Colonial Press Persian Literature (1909). Bell's introduction and notes and the volume's introduction and footnotes are left out. The 1917 Four Seas edition of Edna Worthley Underwood's Songs of Hafiz is also included; its title page says 'newly translated from the Persian', but the notes quote Julius Hart's German essay and the names follow German spelling, so she likely worked through German versions.
Poems (129)
- I. Arise, oh Cup-bearer, rise! and bring
- II. The bird of gardens sang unto the rose
- III. Wind from the east, oh Lapwing of the day
- IV. Sleep on thine eyes, bright as narcissus flowers
- V. Oh Turkish maid of Shiraz! in thy hand
- VI. A flower-tinted cheek, the flowery close
- VII. From the garden of Heaven a western breeze
- VIII. The rose has flushed red, the bud has burst
- IX. Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire
- X. Singer, sweet Singer, fresh notes strew
- XI. Mirth, Spring, to linger in a garden fair
- XII. Where is my ruined life, and where the fame
- XIII. Lady that hast my heart within thy hand
- XIV. The nightingale with drops of his heart’s blood
- XV. Return! that to a heart wounded full sore
- XVI. What is wrought in the forge of the living and life
- XVII. Lay not reproach at the drunkard’s door
- XVIII. Slaves of thy shining eyes are even those
- XIX. What drunkenness is this that brings me hope
- XX. From out the street of So-and-So
- XXI. Not all the sum of earthly happiness
- XXII. The rose is not fair without the beloved’s face
- XXIII. My lady, that did change this house of mine
- XXIV. Not one is filled with madness like to mine
- XXV. The days of absence and the bitter nights
- XXVI. The secret draught of wine and love repressed
- XXVII. My friend has fled! alas, my friend has fled
- XXVIII. Hast thou forgotten when thy stolen glance
- XXIX. From Canaan Joseph shall return, whose face
- XXX. All hail, Shiraz, hail! oh site without peer!
- XXXI. The breath of Dawn’s musk-strewing wind shall blow
- XXXII. Upon a branch of the straight cypress-tree
- XXXIII. The jewel of the secret treasury
- XXXIV. Last night I dreamed that angels stood without
- XXXV. Forget not when dear friend to friend returned
- XXXVI. Beloved, who has bid thee ask no more
- XXXVII. Arise! and fill a golden goblet up
- XXXVIII. I cease not from desire till my desire
- XXXIX. Cypress and Tulip and sweet Eglantine
- XL. The margin of a stream, the willow’s shade
- XLI. The days of Spring are here! the eglantine
- XLII. True love has vanished from every heart
- XLIII. Where are the tidings of union? that I may arise
- A Persian Song of Hafiz
- Ode I
- Ode II
- Ode V
- Ode VI
- Ode XII
- Ode XIV
- Ode XVI
- Ode XVII
- Ode XIX
- Ode XX
- Ode XXII
- Ode XXIII
- Ode XXV
- Ode XXIX
- Ode XXXI
- Ode XXXV
- Ode XLII
- Ode XLIII
- Ode XLV
- Ode LIX
- Ode LXIII
- Ode LXIX
- Ode LXXI
- Ode LXXVII
- Ode LXXXV
- Ode LXXXVI
- Ode LXXXVII
- Ode LXXXVIII
- Ode CI
- Ode CXV
- Ode CXXIX
- Ode CXXXIV
- Ode CXXXV
- Ode CXLV
- Ode CXLVI
- Ode CXLIX
- Ode CLV
- Ode CLVII
- Ode CLIX
- Ode CLXVI
- Ode CLXXIII
- Ode CLXXX
- The Book of the Tavern Keeper (Sakiname)
- The Book of the Singer
- To Hadschi Kiwameddin
- To Hadschi Kiwameddin (II)
- Tavern Keeper, glasses!
- “Oh! Red Rose,” said the Nightingale, “thee I’ll throne in love apart!”
- If a sweet Turkish maid I know
- Tavern Keeper, lo!--the moonrise on the fast of Ramazan!
- Oh Pious Zealot, why, prithee,
- God and I, and a good heart yet!
- Now, Singer, a song that is fresh forsooth!
- In The Market where the gamesters
- Two and seventy sects are fighting--
- Scold not, Zahid, pious zealot
- In my merry mood of drinking
- By the apple of your chin there
- Before my soul’s serene visage
- Tears, tears, wild tears, rend not I pray
- Since now from the heart of night the rose
- Of that dear day when first we met--Oh! Heart’s Delight,--
- Come, Tavern Keeper, fill the glass!
- When the evening call to prayer rings
- From my love’s far dwelling to me
- Within the mystic mosque there prays
- I am thirsty for thine eyes, Love,
- When The Tavern Keeper gives you a glass winking at the brim,
- From The Book of Noble Living I would read a verse to thee,
- When the merry wine-sun rising in the cup begins to glow,
- Whoso hasheesh--the green sweet grain--
- At the Grave of His Son
- Whate’er fate God’s given, take it!
- Who’s never sown the seeds of love,
- Great God, to whom in vain no one does pray,
- See how on the cheeks of the tulip
- Dust upon my sweetheart’s threshold
- Oh! kiss well and drink well,
- The Eye of Mighty Love cares not
- Thy face bathe well in water,
- Praise God, the wine door’s open, Men!
- See, see there The Tulips!
- A cozy nook, a maid to love, a mind that’s free from care,
- Devout be in the daylight and drink thy wine by night,
- Oh that Youth’s glowing gown must fade!