#hafez

[eternaloptimistsphere]

start seeing everything as God, but keep it a secret

[nobeerreviews]

I am happy even before I have a reason.

-- Hafez

(Alberobello, Italy)

[gennsoup]

Most speaking really says, "I am hungry to know you."

Hafiz, Because of Our Wisdom

[pollyj]

Wine bowl (badiye)

1617

"The wine bowl (badiye) is dated 9 January-28 December 1617. It is made of copper which has been cast and tinned. It is decorated with engraved designs inlaid with black composition on hatched ground, all in the style of contemporary Western Iranian metalwork. The inscriptions on the outside of the rim... are written in nasta'aliq and include verses by Hafez. There is also an inscription identifying the owner, Khwaja Muhammad Bajiv (?) Kashmiri, and the date. Given the Kashmiri owner, the 19th century provenance and characteristics of the design, it is likely that the bowl was made in Kashmir."

Translation:

Morn has come, o cupbearer, fill our bowl with wine

The whirling heavens do not tarry, make haste Before this perishable world is made a ruin

Make a ruin of us with a bowl of rose-red nectar The days of roses like life itself hastened to go Cupbearer make haste pass round the rose-red nectar

[belovedapollo]

my mum came back from Iran and I went to pick her up with a bouquet of lilies and eucalyptus, her favorites, that I put together myself, the past two weeks have felt like a rollercoaster and a nightmare at the same time - she came back with a copy of Hafez, a handmade necklace with the fingerprint of my grandma, a pack of gums and some feathers from my grandmas parrot and I’m thankful that despite everything she thought about me and took some pieces of my other home to me

disclaimer: the feathers are not picked from the bird himself, those are the feathers he shed when new ones were growing

as always: all pics mine, reblog is okay, don’t repost/use

[thepreciouspurrsian]

در نظربازیِ ما بی‌خبران حیرانند / من چُنینم که نمودم دگر ایشان دانند

عاقلان نقطهٔ پرگارِ وجودند ولی / عشق داند که در این دایره سرگردانند

In the game of perception, the ignorant stand amazed / I am as I have shown, yet now they know my ways.

The sages are the compass points of existence / Yet love alone knows we wander lost within this maze.

Hafez / حافظ

[emozional-mente]

La terra morirebbe

se il sole

smettesse di baciarla

Hafez

[west150]

The night is dark, the waves are fierce, and the whirlpool is terrifying,

How can those on the shore, who travel light, know our plight?

(Hafez Shirazi)

شب تاریک و بیم موج و گردابی چنین هایل

کجا دانند حال ما سبکباران ساحل‌ها؟