The Appearance of Piety from Golestan by Saadi Shirazi
The Appearance of Piety from Golestan by Saadi Shirazi
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One of the nobles once said to a pious man, “What do you think of that certain worshipper — the one people speak of mockingly …

When Light Fades Hafez and the Midnight of Separation
When Light Fades Hafez and the Midnight of Separation
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This ghazal is one of Hafez’s most heart-wrenching meditations on separation, memory, and the soul’s exhaustion in love. Hafez Starts by: Without the radiance of …

Contentment and Fairness from Golestan by Saadi Shirazi
Contentment and Fairness from Golestan by Saadi Shirazi
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Saadi tells us: A beggar from the Maghreb — the western lands — was once standing among the cloth merchants of Aleppo. He cried out, …

Burned to Nothing Attar’s Song of Annihilation
Burned to Nothing Attar’s Song of Annihilation
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There are poems that whisper, and there are poems that consume. This ghazal by Attar of Nishapur does not whisper; it burns. It is not …

The Dying Old Man from Golestan by Saadi Shirazi
The Dying Old Man from Golestan by Saadi Shirazi
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Saadi writes: I was once in the Great Mosque of Damascus, engaged in discussion with a group of scholars, when a young man entered and …

The Hidden Treasury of Pain A Reflection on Khaqani’s Ghazal
The Hidden Treasury of Pain A Reflection on Khaqani’s Ghazal
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There are some poets whose words feel carved from the bone of longing itself; their verses bleed, ache, and shimmer all at once. Khaqani Shirvani …

The Hidden Treasury of Pain A Reflection on Khaqani’s Ghazal
The Hidden Treasury of Pain A Reflection on Khaqani’s Ghazal
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There are some poets whose words feel carved from the bone of longing itself; their verses bleed, ache, and shimmer all at once. Khaqani Shirvani …

The Eyes of Envy from Golestan by Saadi Shirazi
The Eyes of Envy from Golestan by Saadi Shirazi
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Saadi says: I once told a friend, “I’ve grown silent most of the time, because whenever we speak, both good and bad may slip out …