Poem Number 377
One night , our hand we shall ...
The ghazal
One night , our hand we shall uplift and a prayer we shall make .
For the grief of separation from Thee , a remedy from some place we shall make . *** Went from the hand , the sick heart . O friends a little help ,
So that to its head , the physician we may bring and a little remedy we may make . *** He who , without offence on my part grieved ; and , me , with the sword struck and departed
For God's sake , him bring back , that purity of heart reconciliation we may make . *** O heart aid from the heart of profligates seek if not ,
Difficult is the work . God forbid that a fault we should make . *** In lust's path , through which an idol - temple became our heart ,
An arrow of a sigh prayer for freedom to God we shall loose and a great strife against lust we shall make . *** Withered , became the root of my joy . The Path to the tavern is where
So that in that water and air , springing and growing , we may make . *** But a little work effecteth the shade of the bud of little resolution the imperfect murshid
Search for the auspicious shade of the Huma the murshid , perfect and excel , lent we shall make . *** From the note of melody went my heart . Hafiz , sweet of tone , is where
So that , with his words and ghazals , harmony and melody , we may make . ***
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