{"id":6462,"date":"2019-06-07T06:16:26","date_gmt":"2019-06-07T13:16:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/?p=6462"},"modified":"2019-06-07T06:16:26","modified_gmt":"2019-06-07T13:16:26","slug":"hafiz-spring-and-all-its-flowers-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/07\/hafiz-spring-and-all-its-flowers-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Hafiz – Spring and all its flowers"},"content":{"rendered":"

Spring and all its flowers
\nby Hafiz<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

English version by Homayun Taba & Marguerite Theophil<\/font><\/p>\n

Spring and all its flowers
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 now joyously break their vow of silence.
\nIt is time for celebration, not for lying low;
\nYou too \u2014 weed out those roots of sadness from your heart.<\/em><\/p>\n

The Sabaa wind arrives;
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 and in deep resonance, the flower
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 passionately rips open its garments,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 thrusting itself from itself.<\/p>\n

The Way of Truth, learn from the clarity of water,
\nLearn freedom from the spreading grass.<\/p>\n

Pay close attention to the artistry of the Sabaa wind,
\nthat wafts in pollen from afar,
\nAnd ripples the beautiful tresses
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 of the fields of hyacinth flowers.<\/p>\n

From the privacy of the harem, the virgin bud slips out,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 revealing herself under the morning star,
\nbranding your heart and your faith
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 with beauty.<\/p>\n

And frenzied bulbul flies madly out of the House of Sadness
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 to unite with the flowers;
\nits love-crazed cry like a thousand-trumpet blast.<\/p>\n

Hafez says, and the experienced old ones concur:<\/p>\n

<\/em>All you really need
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 is to tell those Stories
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 of the Fair Ones and the Goblet of Wine.<\/em><\/p>\n


\n\/ Image by Ignacio Ferre P\u00e9rez<\/a> \/<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

I know it is a few days late, but I want to wish Eid Mubarak to all of my Muslim friends. I hope your Ramadan brought inspiration and renewal\u2026<\/p>\n

Spring and all its flowers
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 now joyously break their vow of silence.<\/i><\/p>\n

Something by the great Sufi poet Hafez in honor of spring and Norooz, the Persian New Year.<\/p>\n

You too \u2014 weed out those roots of sadness from your heart.<\/i><\/p>\n

Spring has something to teach us about living with selfless exuberance.<\/p>\n

The Sabaa wind arrives;
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 and in deep resonance, the flower
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 passionately rips open its garments,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 thrusting itself from itself.<\/i><\/p>\n

The Sabaa is a wind at sunrise coming from the East. Traditionally, lovers confide their secrets to the Sabaa. Spiritual poets associate the Sabaa with the breath of the Beloved; coming from the East, it is the first whisper of daylight, of spiritual enlightenment. It carries the perfumed promise of the new day. It is a messenger of awakening, subtle, playful, revealing new beauty.<\/p>\n

I have also been told that sabaa means seven, so the Sabaa is the seventh wind, the wind of paradise. It is the seventh and final wind that causes the flower to shed its petals, its material garments in order to release its inner glory.<\/p>\n

Pay close attention to the artistry of the Sabaa wind,
\nthat wafts in pollen from afar,
\nAnd ripples the beautiful tresses
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 of the fields of hyacinth flowers.<\/i><\/p>\n

A reference to \u201cbeautiful tresses\u201d of hair is often used in Sufi poetry to suggest the enticing beauty of the Beloved. The beauty of God is embodied in the field of hyacinth flowers, in the flowering earth.<\/p>\n

The bulbul is a songbird, a nightingale.<\/p>\n

And frenzied bulbul flies madly out of the House of Sadness
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 to unite with the flowers;
\nits love-crazed cry like a thousand-trumpet blast.<\/i><\/p>\n

The bulbul\u2019s song in the garden aches with love for the flower\u2019s beauty. But, to the spiritually minded, to the lover, this \u201cHouse of Sadness\u201d is sought, not avoided, for yearning becomes union. Then the House of Sadness becomes the House of Revelry, where the wine of bliss flows and stories find their fulfillment.<\/p>\n

And a note about that final reference to wine. Why do so many Sufi poets write in praise of wine?<\/p>\n

Sacred poetry traditions from all over the world compare ecstatic union with drunkenness. The wine described is real, but not the wine most people think of. In states of deep spiritual communion, a subtle flowing substance is sensed upon the palette. Its a taste of ethereal sweetness can be compared with wine or honey. There is a sensation of drinking and a warming of the heart. The attention blissfully turns inward, the eyelids grow pleasantly heavy and the gaze may become unfocused. A giddy smile naturally blooms for no apparent reason. When the ecstasy comes on strongly, the body can tremble, sometimes the consciousness even leaves the body.<\/p>\n

With these experiences, it not only makes sense for mystics to use the language of wine, observers sometimes mistake this state for actual drunkenness.<\/p>\n

The Way of Truth, learn from the clarity of water,
\nLearn freedom from the spreading grass.<\/i><\/p>\n

I hope you have a beautiful spring weekend!<\/p>\n


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<\/a>Recommended Books: Hafiz<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

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<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
The Gift: Poems by Hafiz the Great Sufi Master<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nMusic of a Distant Drum: Classical Arabic, Persian, Turkish & Hebrew Poems<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nIslamic Mystical Poetry: Sufi Verse from the Early Mystics to Rumi<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nLove\u2019s Alchemy: Poems from the Sufi Tradition<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nThe Hand of Poetry: Five Mystic Poets of Persia, with Lectures by Inayat Khan<\/a><\/small><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
More Books >><\/a><\/i><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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<\/td>\n\nHafiz<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

Iran\/Persia (1320 \u2013 1389) Timeline<\/a>
\nMuslim \/ Sufi<\/a><\/a>
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If you are looking for versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky, click here<\/a>.<\/p>\n

More poetry by Hafiz<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Spring and all its flowers by Hafiz English version by Homayun Taba & Marguerite Theophil Spring and all its flowers \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 now joyously break their vow of silence. It is time for celebration, not for lying low; You too \u2014 weed out those roots of sadness from your heart. The Sabaa wind arrives; \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[2275,554,46,47,714,193,91,284,544,19,1292],"class_list":["post-6462","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-eid","tag-flowers","tag-hafez","tag-hafiz","tag-hafiz-of-shiraz","tag-muslim-poetry","tag-persian-poetry","tag-ramadan","tag-spring","tag-sufi-poetry","tag-wind"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6462","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6462"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6462\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6463,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6462\/revisions\/6463"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6462"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6462"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6462"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}