Ghazal 1: O Saki, pass around and offer the cup

Ghazal 2: Where is righteousness and where am I in my ruined state

Ghazal 3: If that Shirazi Turk would take my heart in hand

Ghazal 4: O morning breeze, kindly tell that graceful gazelle

Ghazal 5: My heart is slipping away, O spiritual ones, for God's sake

Ghazal 6: Who will deliver this prayer to the Sultan's attendants?

Ghazal 7: Come, O Sufi, for the cup is a clear mirror

Ghazal 8: O Saki, rise and pass the cup

Ghazal 9: The garden is once again in the glory of youth

Ghazal 10: Last night our spiritual guide came from the mosque to the tavern

Ghazal 11: O Saki, illuminate our cup with the light of wine

Ghazal 12: O radiance of the moon of beauty, from your shining face

Ghazal 13: Dawn is breaking and the clouds are gathering

Ghazal 14: I said, O sultan of the beautiful ones, have mercy on this stranger

Ghazal 15: O holy beloved, who will remove your veil?

Ghazal 16: The curve that your playful eyebrow cast into the bow

Ghazal 17: The breast burned from the heart's fire in grief for the beloved

Ghazal 18: O Saki, blessed be the arrival of Eid to you

Ghazal 19: O morning breeze, where is the beloved's resting place?

Ghazal 20: The fast has ended, Eid has come, and hearts have risen

Ghazal 21: My heart and faith departed, and the beloved rose in reproach

Ghazal 22: When you hear the words of the spiritual ones, don't say they're wrong

Ghazal 23: The vision of your face accompanies us on every path

Ghazal 24: Don't seek devotion, covenant, and righteousness from drunken me

Ghazal 25: The red rose has bloomed and the nightingale became intoxicated

Ghazal 26: Disheveled locks, sweating, smiling lips, and drunk

Ghazal 27: My beloved came to the Magian temple, a cup in hand

Ghazal 28: By the master's soul, ancient truth, and righteous covenant

Ghazal 29: With thoughts of you, what need have we for wine?

Ghazal 30: Your tress bound a thousand hearts with a single strand of hair

Ghazal 31: That Night of Power which the mystics say is tonight

Ghazal 32: When God drew the form of your heart-opening eyebrow

Ghazal 33: What need has the recluse for spectacle?

Ghazal 34: The portico of my eyes is your dwelling place

Ghazal 35: Go about your business, O preacher, what is this outcry? (attributed to multiple authors)

Ghazal 36: Since the tip of your tress fell into the hands of the breeze

Ghazal 37: Come, for the palace of hope has very weak foundations

Ghazal 38: Without the love of your face, my day has no light left

Ghazal 39: What need has my garden for cypress and pine?

Ghazal 40: Thanks be to God that the tavern door is open (attributed to multiple authors)

Ghazal 41: Although the wine brings joy and the wind scatters roses

Ghazal 42: To tell you the state of my heart is my desire

Ghazal 43: The garden courtyard brings delight and friends' company is pleasant

Ghazal 44: Now that in the flower's palm the wine cup is pure

Ghazal 45: In these times, a friend who is free from fault

Ghazal 46: Flowers in arms, wine in hand, and the beloved to our desire

Ghazal 47: To the tavern's lane, every wayfarer who knew the path

Ghazal 48: The Sufi learned the hidden secret from wine's radiance

Ghazal 49: The highest paradise is the dervishes' solitude

Ghazal 50: In the snare of your tress, the heart is afflicted by itself

Ghazal 51: The blood-thirsty saturated ruby is my beloved's lip

Ghazal 52: It's been a while that love for idols is my religion

Ghazal 53: I am the one whose monastery is the corner of the tavern

Ghazal 54: From weeping, the people of my eyes sit in blood (attributed to multiple authors)

Ghazal 55: The curl of your tress is a trap for both faith and infidelity

Ghazal 56: The heart is the pavilion of their love

Ghazal 57: That dark-complexioned one who holds the world's sweetness

Ghazal 58: Our devoted head and the threshold of the beloved

Ghazal 59: I hope for kindness from the presence of the friend

Ghazal 60: That famous messenger who arrived from the friend's realm

Ghazal 61: O morning breeze, if your path takes you to the beloved's land

Ghazal 62: Welcome, O messenger of the yearning ones, deliver the beloved's message

Ghazal 63: None has seen your face, yet you have a thousand rivals

Ghazal 64: Though showing off skill before the beloved is impolite

Ghazal 65: What is sweeter than pleasure, companionship, garden and spring?

Ghazal 66: Sing, O nightingale, if you wish to be my friend

Ghazal 67: O Lord, from whose home is this heart-illuminating candle?

Ghazal 68: My moon left this week, and to my eyes it's been a year

Ghazal 69: There is no one who hasn't fallen for those twisting tresses

Ghazal 70: The pupil of our eye gazes at nothing but your face

Ghazal 71: The outward-worshipping ascetic knows nothing of our state

Ghazal 72: The path of love is a path that has no end

Ghazal 73: There is no gaze that isn't brightened by the radiance of your face

Ghazal 74: The product of the workshop of existence is not just this

Ghazal 75: The slumber of your enchanting narcissus eyes is not without purpose

Ghazal 76: In this world, I have no refuge except your threshold

Ghazal 77: A nightingale held a beautiful rose petal in its beak

Ghazal 78: You saw that the beloved had nothing but thoughts of cruelty and tyranny

Ghazal 79: Now that paradise's breeze blows from the garden

Ghazal 80: Don't fault the libertines, O pure-natured ascetic

Ghazal 81: At dawn, the meadow bird said to the newly bloomed flower

Ghazal 82: That fairy-faced Turk who left our presence last night

Ghazal 83: If your musk-scented tress committed an error, let it be

Ghazal 84: Saki, bring wine for the month of fasting has passed

Ghazal 85: We didn't taste a drop from those ruby lips, and they departed

Ghazal 86: Come, Saki, for the beloved has unveiled their face

Ghazal 87: Your beauty, in alliance with grace, has conquered the world

Ghazal 88: I heard a sweet saying that the elder of Canaan spoke

Ghazal 89: O Lord, make it so that my beloved safely

Ghazal 90: O hoopoe of the morning breeze, I send you to Saba

Ghazal 91: O one absent from sight, I entrust you to God

Ghazal 92: My prince, you walk so gracefully that I die for you head to toe

Ghazal 93: What grace it was when suddenly the drop of your pen

Ghazal 94: From that heart-consoling friend, there's gratitude with complaint

Ghazal 95: The breeze of your curling tresses keeps me constantly intoxicated

Ghazal 96: Our pain has no cure, help!

Ghazal 97: You who sit like a crown upon the beauties of the land

Ghazal 98: If in your faith the lover's blood is permissible

Ghazal 99: My heart in desire for the blessed face

Ghazal 100: Yesterday the wine-seller elder, may he be remembered well

Ghazal 101: What is this hidden wine and pleasure? A baseless affair

Ghazal 102: Last night the wind brought news of the traveling beloved

Ghazal 103: May the day of lovers' union be remembered

Ghazal 104: May your beauty be the sun of every gaze

Ghazal 105: If the Sufi drinks wine in moderation, may it be sweet to him

Ghazal No. 106: May your body never need the grace of physicians.

Ghazal No. 107: May your beauty ever increase.

Ghazal No. 108: O king, may the ball of the heavens remain under your chogan (mallet).

Ghazal No. 109: It has been a while since the beloved has sent a message.

Ghazal No. 110: In my old age, the passion of youth has come over me.

Ghazal No. 111: The reflection of your face appeared in the mirror of the goblet.

Ghazal No. 112: The one who gave your face the hues of roses and jasmine.

Ghazal No. 113: Last night, the violet spoke to the rose and gave a sweet sign.

Ghazal No. 114: The phoenix of lofty fortune will fall into our trap.

Ghazal No. 115: Plant the tree of friendship so that it may bear the fruit of your heart's desire.

Ghazal No. 116: The one who beholds the beauty and charm of the beloved.

Ghazal No. 117: Our heart, in the presence of your face, feels detached from the meadow.

Ghazal No. 118: The one who holds the goblet in hand.

Ghazal No. 119: A heart that reveals the unseen and holds the goblet of Jam.

Ghazal No. 120: I have an idol whose hyacinth-like hair casts a shadow over the rose.

Ghazal No. 121: Whoever has a collected mind and a gentle beloved.

Ghazal No. 122: Whoever safeguards the side of the people of God.

Ghazal No. 123: The minstrel of love has such a wondrous tune and melody.

Ghazal No. 124: The one whose hyacinth-like locks carry the fragrance of musk.

Ghazal No. 125: That witness is not defined by a lock of hair or a slender waist.

Ghazal No. 126: A soul without the beauty of the beloved has no desire for the world.

Ghazal No. 127: The radiance of your countenance is unmatched by the moon.

Ghazal No. 128: There is no beauty in the city that can steal my heart.

Ghazal No. 129: If not for wine, the sorrow of the heart would not leave our memory.

Ghazal No. 130: At dawn, the nightingale shared its tale with the breeze.

Ghazal No. 131: Come, for the celestial Turk has looted the fasting table.

Ghazal No. 132: A mystic purified himself with the bright water of wine.

Ghazal No. 133: The Sufi set the trap and unveiled the trick.

Ghazal No. 134: A nightingale suffered heartbreak and reaped a rose.

Ghazal No. 135: Like the wind, I shall head toward the lane of the beloved.

Ghazal No. 136: One cannot place a hand in the curls of those locks.

Ghazal No. 137: She stole my heart and hid her face from me.

Ghazal No. 138: Remember the one who did not think of us at the time of departure.

Ghazal No. 139: I placed my face on her path, yet she did not pass by me.

Ghazal No. 140: The beloved left without informing the heartbroken ones.

Ghazal No. 141: Did you see, O heart, what the sorrow of love did this time?

Ghazal No. 142: Friends, the daughter of the vine renounced modesty.

Ghazal No. 143: For years, the heart sought the goblet of Jam from us.

Ghazal No. 144: Only then can you gaze into the goblet of Jam.

Ghazal No. 145: What intoxication is this? I do not know who turned toward us.

Ghazal No. 146: At dawn, the morning breeze brings the scent of the beloved's locks.

Ghazal No. 147: Last night, the gentle breeze brought me news.

Ghazal No. 148: When my beloved holds the goblet in her hand.

Ghazal No. 149: My heart follows no path but the love of moon-faced beauties.

Ghazal No. 150: If the cupbearer pours wine like this into the goblet.

Ghazal No. 151: To spend a moment with sorrow is not worth the entire world.

Ghazal No. 152: In the beginning, the radiance of your beauty shone brightly.

Ghazal No. 153: At dawn, the king of the east raised his banner over the mountains.

Ghazal No. 154: Play a tune to which a sigh can harmonize.

Ghazal No. 155: If I follow her, it will stir up turmoil.

Ghazal No. 156: None can match my beloved in beauty, character, and loyalty.

Ghazal No. 157: Anyone obsessed with your green script is lost in thought.

Ghazal No. 158: Me denying wine! What kind of tale is this?

Ghazal No. 159: The mystic's wine is not always pure and untainted.

Ghazal No. 160: Solitude is delightful if my beloved is with me.

Ghazal No. 161: How can a sorrowful mind inspire eloquent poetry?

Ghazal No. 162: The flower has arrived, and there is nothing sweeter than that.

Ghazal No. 163: A flower without the beloved's face is not beautiful.

Ghazal No. 164: The breath of the morning breeze will soon scatter musk.

Ghazal No. 165: My love for the dark-eyed ones will never leave my mind.

Ghazal No. 166: The day of separation and the night of parting from the beloved finally ended.

Ghazal No. 167: A star shone, and the moon graced the gathering.

Ghazal No. 168: My soul melted, hoping to heal the heart, but it did not happen.

Ghazal No. 169: We see no friendship in anyone; what happened to the companions?

Ghazal No. 170: The recluse ascetic went to the tavern last night.

Ghazal No. 171: Last night, a herald of glad tidings came from Asif's domain.

Ghazal No. 172: Your love is a sapling of wonder.

Ghazal No. 173: During my prayers, I remembered the curve of your eyebrow.

Ghazal No. 174: Rejoice, O heart, for the morning breeze has returned once more.

Ghazal No. 175: The morning breeze came to congratulate the old wine-seller.

Ghazal No. 176: At dawn, the grace of wakefulness came to my bedside.

Ghazal No. 177: Not everyone who displays beauty knows how to captivate hearts.

Ghazal No. 178: Whoever became close to the beloved remained in their sanctuary.

Ghazal No. 179: The good news arrived that the days of sorrow will not last.

Ghazal No. 180: O pistachio, you smile sweetly at the story of sugar.

Ghazal No. 181: From now on, my hand will seek the hem of that tall cypress.

Ghazal No. 182: You haven’t written to me for several days now.

Ghazal No. 183: At dawn last night, they freed me from sorrow.

Ghazal No. 184: Last night, I saw angels striking at the tavern.

Ghazal No. 185: Will there ever be a standard to assess the true worth?

Ghazal No. 186: If the wine-seller fulfills the needs of the carefree ones.

Ghazal No. 187: O heart, burn, for your burning can accomplish great deeds.

Ghazal No. 188: That meddler faults me for my carefree ways and love.

Ghazal No. 189: If the bird of fortune once again takes flight.

Ghazal No. 190: The day your musk-filled pen remembers us.

Ghazal No. 191: Who is it that, out of kindness, will remain loyal to us?

Ghazal No. 192: Why does my swaying cypress not yearn for the garden?

Ghazal No. 193: In our game of glances, the unaware remain bewildered.

Ghazal No. 194: When the jasmine-scented ones settle the dust of sorrow, they bring peace.

Ghazal No. 195: The servants of your intoxicated narcissus are crowned ones.

Ghazal No. 196: Those who turn dust into alchemy with their gaze.

Ghazal No. 197: If the beloveds captivate hearts in this manner.

Ghazal No. 198: I asked when your lips and mouth will bring me joy?

Ghazal No. 199: The preachers who display this grandeur in the pulpit and altar.

Ghazal No. 200: Do you know what the harp and lute convey?

Ghazal No. 201: Pure wine and a charming cupbearer are two traps on the path.

Ghazal No. 202: Will the doors of the taverns ever open?

Ghazal No. 203: For years, our ledger was bound to the wine.

Ghazal No. 204: Remember the time when you secretly glanced at us.

Ghazal No. 205: As long as the tavern and wine have a name and sign.

Ghazal No. 206: Before this, lovers' thoughts were more about you.

Ghazal No. 207: Let us remember when my dwelling was at your street's end.

Ghazal No. 208: When the weary have the desire but lack the strength.

Ghazal No. 209: The killing of this weary soul was not destined by your sword.

Ghazal No. 210: Last night in our circle, the story was of your tresses.

Ghazal No. 211: Last night, they came with a glowing countenance.

Ghazal No. 212: Yesterday at dawn, I happened upon one or two goblets.

Ghazal No. 213: The gem of the treasury of secrets is still the same.

Ghazal No. 214: I saw in a pleasant dream that a goblet was in my hand.

Ghazal No. 215: O Lord, what commotion was there in the tavern's alley at dawn?

Ghazal No. 216: That friend, whose presence turned our home into a fairy's abode.

Ghazal No. 217: O Muslims, there was a time I had a heart.

Ghazal No. 218: In eternity, whoever was graced with fortune's blessing.

Ghazal No. 219: Now that in the garden, flowers have come into existence from nonexistence.

Ghazal No. 220: From the heart's blood, all flows down upon my face.

Ghazal No. 221: When I touch her curls, they sway gracefully.

Ghazal No. 222: Whoever leaves your street in discontent.

Ghazal No. 223: Your image never fades from the tablet of my heart and soul.

Ghazal No. 224: Blessed is the heart that always follows the gaze.

Ghazal No. 225: Cupbearer, the tale of the cypress, rose, and tulip continues.

Ghazal No. 226: I fear that tears in our sorrow will tear the veil apart.

Ghazal No. 227: Although this speech may not be easy for the preacher of the town.

Ghazal No. 228: What would happen if I pick a fruit from your garden?

Ghazal No. 229: Fortune does not show me from the mouth of a friend.

Ghazal No. 230: If my heart is drawn to the amber wine, perhaps.

Ghazal No. 231: I said I have sorrow for you, and he replied, 'Your sorrow will end.'

Ghazal No. 232: I am determined that if it is within my power.

Ghazal No. 233: I will not cease to seek until my wish is fulfilled.

Ghazal No. 234: Like the sun rising from the east, the wine pours from the goblet.

Ghazal No. 235: How fortunate is the time when the beloved returns.

Ghazal No. 236: If that holy bird returns through my door.

Ghazal No. 237: My breath rises, but my desire cannot be fulfilled by you.

Ghazal No. 238: The world drew the festival's crescent on the brow of the holiday.

Ghazal No. 239: The tidings came that spring had arrived, and the greenery bloomed.

Ghazal No. 240: The cloud of adornment arose, and the wind of Nowruz blew.

Ghazal No. 241: Remember the companions of the nightly gathering.

Ghazal No. 242: Come, for the banner of the victorious king has arrived.

Ghazal No. 243: Your sweet scent, whoever hears it from the morning breeze.

Ghazal No. 244: Companions, untangle the locks of the beloved's hair.

Ghazal No. 245: O parrot, speak the secrets.

Ghazal No. 246: It is the festival, the end of the flower, and the companions await.

Ghazal No. 247: O morning breeze, pass by the beloved's home, do not delay.

Ghazal No. 248: O breeze, bring me a token from the alley of such and such.

Ghazal No. 249: O breeze, bring me a token from the dust of the lover’s path.

Ghazal No. 250: Show your face and forget my existence.

Ghazal No. 251: It is the night of union, and the letter of separation has been completed.

Ghazal No. 252: If there were life, I would visit the tavern once more.

Ghazal No. 253: O joyful one, from the radiance of your face, the meadow of life blooms.

Ghazal No. 254: No longer from the branch of the tall cypress does the patient nightingale sing.

Ghazal No. 255: The lost Joseph will return to Canaan, do not grieve.

Ghazal No. 256: I give you advice, listen to it and do not make excuses.

Ghazal No. 257: Show your face and tell me to take my heart from my soul.

Ghazal No. 258: A thousand thanks that I saw my own desire fulfilled.

Ghazal No. 259: It is I who reopened my eyes to the sight of my friend.

Ghazal No. 260: O graceful cypress of beauty, how sweetly you walk with elegance.

Ghazal No. 261: Enter, for in a tired heart, you can return.

Ghazal No. 262: Who can speak of the state of bleeding hearts?

Ghazal No. 263: Come, and cast our boat into the river of wine.

Ghazal No. 264: Rise, and pour the joyful water into the golden bowl.

Ghazal No. 265: My desire from the wish of your lips has not yet been fulfilled.

Ghazal No. 266: My heart is restless, like a passionate gypsy.

Ghazal No. 267: O breeze, if you pass by the bank of the Aras river.

Ghazal No. 268: A charming flower from the garden of the world is enough for us.

Ghazal No. 269: O heart, a companion of the journey, good fortune is enough for you.

Ghazal No. 270: I have endured the pain of love, do not ask about it.

Ghazal No. 271: I have so many complaints about his black tresses, do not ask.

Ghazal No. 272: Come again and be the solace of my heart and soul.

Ghazal No. 273: If you are a true companion, keep your promises.

Ghazal No. 274: Take the cup of wine around the tulip and be sincere.

Ghazal No. 275: The Sufi picks a flower and offers a robe made of thorns.

Ghazal No. 276: If the gardener wishes to converse with the flower for five days.

Ghazal No. 277: The nightingale's thought is that the flower has become his companion.

Ghazal No. 278: I want bitter wine that has the power to kill.

Ghazal No. 279: How fortunate is Shiraz and its unparalleled condition.

Ghazal No. 280: When the breeze scattered his locks, they spread like vines.

Ghazal No. 281: O Lord, this new smiling flower that you entrusted to my care.

Ghazal No. 282: It took away my peace, patience, and mind.

Ghazal No. 283: In the morning, a message from the unseen reached my ears.

Ghazal No. 284: A voice from the corner of the tavern spoke last night.

Ghazal No. 285: In the era of the king, a generous one covers sins.

Ghazal No. 286: Last night, a hidden wise person with sharp intellect spoke to me.

Ghazal No. 287: O, your form is delightful, and every place of yours is pleasant.

Ghazal No. 288: By the water, beneath the willow, with the spirit of poetry and a kind companion.

Ghazal No. 289: A gathering of beauty and grace, her face like the moon.

Ghazal No. 290: My heart has wandered, and I, the dervish, am unaware.

Ghazal No. 291: We have tested our fate in this city.

Ghazal No. 292: I swear by the majesty, power, and glory of the brave king.

Ghazal No. 293: At dawn, when from the solitude of the palace of creation.

Ghazal No. 294: In loyalty to your love, I am famous among the good, like a candle.

Ghazal No. 295: In the morning, with the fragrance of the garden, I spent a moment in the orchard.

Ghazal No. 296: If fortune assists, I will bring its hem into my hand.

Ghazal No. 297: The pen's tongue has no head to express the pain of separation.

Ghazal No. 298: The place of safety, pure wine, and a sincere companion.

Ghazal No. 299: If you drink wine, spill a drop on the earth.

Ghazal No. 300: Even if a thousand enemies plot my destruction.

Ghazal No. 301: O broken heart, my fate is in your hands, with the salt of your lips.

Ghazal No. 302: Be a bearer of good news, O northern breeze.

Ghazal No. 303: You smell the spirit of affection, and you see the lightning of union.

Ghazal No. 304: The possessor of the world, the perfect king, supporter of the religion.

Ghazal No. 305: In the time of the flower, I became ashamed of my repentance from wine.

Ghazal No. 306: If I have the chance to reach your street.

Ghazal No. 307: Every point I made was in praise of that divine image.

Ghazal No. 308: O, your garment is like paradise, and your ruby is a stream of paradise.

Ghazal No. 309: The play of love, youth, and the wine of ruby hue.

Ghazal No. 310: Welcome, O bird of fortune, with your auspicious message.

Ghazal No. 311: I am a lover of the fresh, youthful face.

Ghazal No. 312: A human has found safety in the abode of peace.

Ghazal No. 313: Come again, O cupbearer, for I am devoted to your service.

Ghazal No. 314: Last night, the illness of your eyes took my strength away.

Ghazal No. 315: Except that religion and knowledge have slipped from my grasp.

Ghazal No. 316: Do not let your hair flutter in the wind, or it will blow me away.

Ghazal No. 317: I speak openly, and I am content with what I have said.

Ghazal No. 318: You see me, and with each moment, you increase my pain.

Ghazal No. 319: For years, I have followed the path of the carefree.

Ghazal No. 320: Last night, I wandered through a flood of tears on my way to sleep.

Ghazal No. 321: Though I have grown old, weary of heart, and weakened.

Ghazal No. 322: The image of you, I drew in the workshop of my eyes.

Ghazal No. 323: I am burdened by my own short-sightedness.

Ghazal No. 324: Though a knot from her hair has tangled my affairs.

Ghazal No. 325: If my hand reaches, I will gather the dust at the feet of my beloved.

Ghazal No. 326: In the hidden chamber of pleasure, I have a delightful companion.

Ghazal No. 327: I have a promise with my beloved that as long as I have life in my body.

Ghazal No. 328: Who am I to pass by that fragrant memory?

Ghazal No. 329: In the morning, the constellation Gemini placed its support before me.

Ghazal No. 330: You are like the morning, and I am the candle of the dawn's solitude.

Ghazal No. 331: If her hand pulls out a sword, I will not stop her.

Ghazal No. 332: Do not strike my heart with the arrow of your gaze.

Ghazal No. 333: The evening prayer of the strangers begins with my tears.

Ghazal No. 334: If I reach your tangled hair, I will return.

Ghazal No. 335: If I pass by the tavern of the magi, I will return.

Ghazal No. 336: Where is the news of your union, from which I shall rise with my soul?

Ghazal No. 337: Why not seek the determination of my homeland?

Ghazal No. 338: I am a lover of the beautiful face and the captivating hair.

Ghazal No. 339: When the thought of your face passes through the garden of my eyes.

Ghazal No. 340: I, who boil like wine from the fire of my heart.

Ghazal No. 341: If I think about the blame of the accusers.

Ghazal No. 342: The veil of my soul becomes the dust of my body.

Ghazal No. 343: It has been more than forty years that I boast.

Ghazal No. 344: I have spent my life searching, taking a step each day.

Ghazal No. 345: Without you, O graceful cypress, what can I do with flowers and gardens?

Ghazal No. 346: I am not the rogue who would abandon the cupbearer and the wineglass.

Ghazal No. 347: O my beloved, what should I do with the sorrow of your love?

Ghazal No. 348: I will make my sight the sea and cast patience into the desert.

Ghazal No. 349: Last night, I told myself to rid my heart of thoughts of my steed.

Ghazal No. 350: With the resolve of repentance, I told myself to perform Istikhara in the morning.

Ghazal No. 351: I swear I will not abandon the season of flowers.

Ghazal No. 352: There came a time when I served in the tavern.

Ghazal No. 353: I will not abandon the love of the cupbearer and the wineglass.

Ghazal No. 354: With your dark lashes, you made thousands of breaches in my faith.

Ghazal No. 355: Now, I see the wisdom of the moment in that.

Ghazal No. 356: If I rise from the heat, I will sit with my lover.

Ghazal No. 357: In the tavern of the magi, I see the light of God.

Ghazal No. 358: The sorrow of the times has no limit, and I cannot see its end.

Ghazal No. 359: I will be joyous the day I leave this ruined place.

Ghazal No. 360: If I move from this ruined home towards my house.

Ghazal No. 361: He who trampled me with injustice, like the dust of my path.

Ghazal No. 362: The meeting became possible, with kisses and embraces.

Ghazal No. 363: My pain is from my lover, and the cure is from her as well.

Ghazal No. 364: We, without sorrow, are intoxicated and have lost our hearts.

Ghazal No. 365: We have spent a lifetime on the path of your sorrow.

Ghazal No. 366: We did not come to this door seeking wealth and glory.

Ghazal No. 367: I have the fatwa of the old sage of the magi, and it is an ancient promise.

Ghazal No. 368: Rise, so that we may seek freedom from the door of the tavern.

Ghazal No. 369: We had hoped for support from our companions.

Ghazal No. 370: What are you seeking from us in terms of righteousness? We called to the intoxicated ones.

Ghazal No. 371: We have placed the lesson of the dawn on the path of the tavern.

Ghazal No. 372: Let us pass through the street of the tavern.

Ghazal No. 373: Rise, so that we may go to the tavern in the Sufi's cloak.

Ghazal No. 374: Come, let us scatter flowers and pour wine into the goblet.

Ghazal No. 375: Sufi, come, so that we may remove the cloak of hypocrisy.

Ghazal No. 376: Friends, at the time of the flower, it is better that we strive for joy.

Ghazal No. 377: One night, we will raise our hands and make a prayer.

Ghazal No. 378: We will not speak ill, nor will we incline to falsehood.

Ghazal No. 379: My head is content, and I speak aloud.

Ghazal No. 380: I have said it many times, and I say it again.

Ghazal No. 381: Although we are the servants of the king.

Ghazal No. 382: When you come, read a prayer for the weary.

Ghazal No. 383: As much as I told the physicians about my sorrow.

Ghazal No. 384: I burn from your separation, turn away your face from cruelty.

Ghazal No. 385: O Lord, that musk-deer, let it wander in the fields of Khorasan.

Ghazal No. 386: Do not sit much with those wearing the cloak of piety.

Ghazal No. 387: The king of cypress stature, Khosrow of sweet tongue.

Ghazal No. 388: Spring and the enchanting flowers came, and the penitent broke their vows.

Ghazal No. 389: Like the flower, I wear my clothes imbued with your scent.

Ghazal No. 390: The crown of the flower king appeared from the side of the garden.

Ghazal No. 391: What could be better than the thought of wine and the garment it adorns?

Ghazal No. 392: Do you know what fortune is? It is the sight of the beloved.

Ghazal No. 393: I am the one famous in the city for my love.

Ghazal No. 394: O moon-faced one, your beauty is the spring of all charm.

Ghazal No. 395: Cover the petal with the veil of the black hyacinth.

Ghazal No. 396: It is morning, cupbearer, fill the cup with wine.

Ghazal No. 397: Come from the door, and light up our bedroom.

Ghazal No. 398: O light of my eyes, there is something to listen to.

Ghazal No. 399: Make a gesture and break the market of magic.

Ghazal No. 400: O my flirtatious one, my high-flying enchantress.

Ghazal No. 401: When I become dust upon her path, she will scatter my cloak from me.

Ghazal No. 402: I will say a charming point, look at the mole of that moon-faced one.

Ghazal No. 403: See the ruby-red wine and the face of the moon-like beauties.

Ghazal No. 404: Throw your glance on the row of the mischievous ones, better than this.

Ghazal No. 405: By the soul of the old man of the tavern and the truth of his company.

Ghazal No. 406: He said, you went out to gaze at the new moon.

Ghazal No. 407: I saw the green field of the sky and the sickle of the new moon.

Ghazal No. 408: O sun, mirror of your beauty.

Ghazal No. 409: O precious blood of the musky braid, dust of your path.

Ghazal No. 410: O robe of kingship, truly worn over your shoulders.

Ghazal No. 411: The curl of your hair gives the violet a radiant glow.

Ghazal No. 412: I have an eye that sheds blood from the hand of that bow-shaped eyebrow.

Ghazal No. 413: The line of the beloved's cheek, from which the moon took its shape.

Ghazal No. 414: The garden of joy is blooming, where is the cupbearer of the flower-cheeked one?

Ghazal No. 415: O messenger of the truth, tell us the news of our beloved.

Ghazal No. 416: How pleasant is the breeze, scented with the jasmine of my heart's desire.

Ghazal No. 417: My joy is constant, from the ruby of my heart's desire.

Ghazal No. 418: If the sword falls in the alley of that moon-faced one.

Ghazal No. 419: Her union is worth more than an eternal life.

Ghazal No. 420: What does it mean that you suddenly reveal the veil?

Ghazal No. 421: He had gone to the house of the magi and sprinkled water.

Ghazal No. 422: O you who have come with the long chain of your locks.

Ghazal No. 423: Last night, I went to the door of the tavern, sleepy.

Ghazal No. 424: Do not separate from me, for you are the light of my eyes.

Ghazal No. 425: He was dragging his robe as he sipped the golden wine.

Ghazal No. 426: I wrote a letter to my dear friend with the blood of my heart.

Ghazal No. 427: The moth became the candle that lit your face.

Ghazal No. 428: At dawn, intoxicated by the night's dreams.

Ghazal No. 429: Cupbearer, come, for the cup of tulips is filled with wine.

Ghazal No. 430: If you do not drink wine, what would you hear from the nightingale and the dove?

Ghazal No. 431: I kiss her lips and sip the wine.

Ghazal No. 432: Intoxicated by the cup of my love, cupbearer, give me more wine.

Ghazal No. 433: O you who cast a veil on the moon with your dark hair.

Ghazal No. 434: O heart, do not be empty for a moment of love and intoxication.

Ghazal No. 435: Do not reveal the secrets of love and intoxication to the skeptic.

Ghazal No. 436: If that skilled calligrapher wrote a letter to us.

Ghazal No. 437: O tale of paradise, tell us of your story from your corner.

Ghazal No. 438: My heart is devoted to the beloved, to the point of sacrifice.

Ghazal No. 439: Last night, I saw in a dream that the moon rose.

Ghazal No. 440: At dawn, I spoke to the wind of my yearning.

Ghazal No. 441: What would you have been if the heart of that kind moon were yours?

Ghazal No. 442: By his life, who was always within reach of the soul.

Ghazal No. 443: Like a cypress, if you sway, do so for a moment in a flower garden.

Ghazal No. 444: It is a city full of fine people, with a beautiful face on every side.

Ghazal No. 445: You, who have everything your heart desires in this world.

Ghazal No. 446: O morning breeze, you carry the fragrance of that musk-scented hair.

Ghazal No. 447: Come, join us, and abandon this grudge.

Ghazal No. 448: O you who have a place in the alley of the tavern.

Ghazal No. 449: O you who permit the separation of lovers.

Ghazal No. 450: It is an era where you keep us in worry.

Ghazal No. 451: How fortunate you are, your fortune will be judged on the day of reckoning.

Ghazal No. 452: All creatures of existence, both humans and angels, are in love.

Ghazal No. 453: O you who are always proud of yourself.

Ghazal No. 454: From the street of the beloved comes the breeze of the new year's wind.

Ghazal No. 455: Life has passed in futility and foolish desires.

Ghazal No. 456: It is springtime; strive to be joyful and light-hearted.

Ghazal No. 457: I made countless efforts to have you as my beloved.

Ghazal No. 458: O heart, at that moment when you are intoxicated by the ruby wine.

Ghazal No. 459: This sweet line you draw on the rosy face.

Ghazal No. 460: Salima, from the time she arrived in Iraq.

Ghazal No. 461: I wrote the story of my longing, and my tears did not stop.

Ghazal No. 462: Either you smile or speak like a parrot in place.

Ghazal No. 463: Peace be upon us, those who cherish the nights.

Ghazal No. 464: Your beauty captured the world, just as my love captured perfection.

Ghazal No. 465: I went to the garden at dawn to pick a flower.

Ghazal No. 466: This cloak that I wear is pledged for the first wine.

Ghazal No. 467: From that wine of love, every raw soul is perfected.

Ghazal No. 468: Who will take my message to the kings, for I am but a beggar?

Ghazal No. 469: The scent of the cupbearer came, and my passion increased.

Ghazal No. 470: My heart is full of pain, alas, where is the remedy?

Ghazal No. 471: Who will bring the caress of my lover’s pen?

Ghazal No. 472: Praise be to God for the justice of the sultan.

Ghazal No. 473: Seize the time as much as you can.

Ghazal No. 474: I am your admirer, my dear, and I know that you know.

Ghazal No. 475: The people said that you are the second Joseph.

Ghazal No. 476: O breeze of the morning happiness! Know the sign that you know.

Ghazal No. 477: Two clever friends, and two portions of ancient wine.

Ghazal No. 478: Drink the cup of wine, it is yours.

Ghazal No. 479: It is morning, and the dew drips from the cloud of winter.

Ghazal No. 480: O you who show no mercy in killing us.

Ghazal No. 481: Listen to this point, that you free yourself from sorrow.

Ghazal No. 482: O heart, why do you not walk in the path of love?

Ghazal No. 483: In the morning, you walk the path in a land of dreams.

Ghazal No. 484: Unless you sit by a river, lost in desire.

Ghazal No. 485: O cupbearer, there is the shadow of a cloud, spring, and the bank of a stream.

Ghazal No. 486: The nightingale sings from the branch of the cypress with the voice of a Persian rose.

Ghazal No. 487: O unaware one, strive to become the one who knows.

Ghazal No. 488: In the morning, the voice of the tavern calls for fortune.

Ghazal No. 489: In your face, the lights of kingship are visible.

Ghazal No. 490: In all the taverns of the magi, there is no one as mad as me.

Ghazal No. 491: I have made the moon's brow visible in my eyes.

Ghazal No. 492: A greeting like the fragrance of a familiar acquaintance.

Ghazal No. 493: O king of the beautiful ones, how much I suffer from the sorrow of loneliness.

Ghazal No. 494: O heart, if you escape from the pit of the mole on her chin.

Ghazal No. 495: Drink wine and scatter flowers, what else do you seek from life?