Hafez Poetry - Stop Being so Religious Like That | Sufi Meditations from the Divan of Hafiz Shirazi
By @hamed on December 13, 2024| 37 0
Immerse yourself in the timeless wisdom and spiritual depth of Hafez, a 14th-century Persian poet from the beautiful city of Shiraz, Iran. In this video, we explore the essence of his powerful words and poetic philosophy. Hafez's poetry is deeply rooted in Sufi mysticism, reflecting universal love and a profound …
The Ecstasy of Fondness - Hafez
By @hamed on December 13, 2024| 32 0
Hafez, one of the greatest and most beloved of Sufi poets, is a paragon of softness, passion and mesmerising poetry. Here, Richard Rudd takes a playful approach to Hafez, using his Divan (the collected poems) as it is used in modern day Iran – as an oracle to guide us …
Who is Hafez? Persian Poems with Translation (حافظ شیرازی)
By @hamed on December 13, 2024| 35 0
Who is the Original Lisan ul Ghaib?
No one talked about hypocrisy and duplicity better than Hafez.
Khwāje Shams-od-Dīn Moḥammad Ḥāfeẓ-e Shīrāzī (Persian: خواجه شمسالدین محمّد حافظ شیرازی), known by his pen name Hafez (حافظ, Ḥāfeẓ, 'the memorizer; the (safe) keeper'; 1325–1390) and as "Hafiz",[ was a Persian lyric poet, whose …
Quatrain 50 from Rubaiyat of Rumi
By @hamed on December 13, 2024| 38 0
I saw in a dream the beautiful cupbearer,
Holding a cup of wine in their hand.
I said to myself, 'Perhaps you are their servant,'
'Maybe you will be in our master's place.'
Quatrain 49 from Rubaiyat of Rumi
By @hamed on December 13, 2024| 38 0
The smoke of our hearts is a sign of our longing, O heart,
And that smoke which rises from the heart is evident, O heart.
Every wave that the heart makes from blood, O heart,
That heart was nothing but a sea, O heart.
Quatrain 48 from Rubaiyat of Rumi
By @hamed on December 13, 2024| 29 0
The heart said to the soul, O heir of both worlds,
From this work, what do you hope to gain?
Arise, so that we may go forth before the other,
Before the messenger comes who says, "Come!"
Quatrain 47 from Rubaiyat of Rumi
By @hamed on December 13, 2024| 31 0
Someone's hands have made my hands into women's hands,
They've made me wander without honor or sense.
The fruit of their heart has made my heart their own,
They've made me into whatever shape they desired.
Quatrain 46 from Rubaiyat of Rumi
By @hamed on December 13, 2024| 39 0
In my mind, I have visions of madness from wine,
And the showering of sweetness from your sugar-sweet lips.
O hidden cupbearer, as you have poured repeatedly,
All these hidden secrets will be revealed this moment.