Search Results: poems from the divan of hafiz by hafiz

Dodo Press, 2008-04-18. Paperback. Good.

Dodo Press, 2008-04-18. Paperback. Used:Good.

New Humanity, 1990-01-01. Paperback. Good.

New Humanity. Paperback. Used: Like New. 8x5x0. Used: Like new.

MP3 Audio CD. Poems from the Divan of Hafiz I Arise, oh Cup-bearer, rise! and bring To lips that are thirsting the bowl they praise, For it seemed that love was an easy thing, But my feet have fallen on difficult ways. I have prayed the wind o'er my heart to fling The fragrance of musk in her hair that sleeps In the night of her hair-yet no fragrance stays The tears of my heart's blood my sad heart weeps. Hear the Tavern-keeper who counsels you: "With wine, with red wine your prayer carpet dye!" There was never a traveller like him but knew The ways of the road and the hostelry. Where shall I rest, when the still night through, Beyond thy gateway, oh Heart of my heart, The bells of the camels lament and cry: "Bind up thy burden again and depart!" The waves run high, night is clouded with fears, And eddying whirlpools clash and roar; How shall my drowning voice strike their ears Whose light-freighted vessels have reached the shore? I sought mine own; the unsparing years Have… Read More

MP3 Audio CD. Poems from the Divan of Hafiz I Arise, oh Cup-bearer, rise! and bring To lips that are thirsting the bowl they praise, For it seemed that love was an easy thing, But my feet have fallen on difficult ways. I have prayed the wind o'er my heart to fling The fragrance of musk in her hair that sleeps In the night of her hair-yet no fragrance stays The tears of my heart's blood my sad heart weeps. Hear the Tavern-keeper who counsels you: "With wine, with red wine your prayer carpet dye!" There was never a traveller like him but knew The ways of the road and the hostelry. Where shall I rest, when the still night through, Beyond thy gateway, oh Heart of my heart, The bells of the camels lament and cry: "Bind up thy burden again and depart!" The waves run high, night is clouded with fears, And eddying whirlpools clash and roar; How shall my drowning voice strike their ears Whose light-freighted vessels have reached the shore? I sought mine own; the unsparing years Have… Read More

Javidan, 1963. First Thus. Hardcover. Good. A good copy in original brown cloth stamped in gilt, pink, and blind (front inner hinge split, some wear). Text in English and Farsi. Bookplate of Norman Davis.

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New York: Publisher not identified, 1977. Softcover. VG- moderate wear to corners and edges, some rubbing to wraps. Brown softcover with white and grey lettering. Unpaginated. Text only. Translated by Zahra Partovi. 1 of 500 copies.

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