beautiful eyes

“For a day, just for one day,Talk about that which disturbs no one

And bring some peace into your

Beautiful eyes.”

Hafiz
(1325 – 1389 )

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Bring Perfumes Sweet To Me

FROM out the street of So-and-So,
Oh wind, bring perfumes sweet to me
For I am sick and pale with woe;
Oh bring me rest from misery!
The dust that lies before her door,
Love’s long desired elixir, pour
Upon this wasted heart of mine–
Bring me a promise and a sign!


Between the ambush of mine eyes
And my heart’s fort there’s enmity–
Her eye-brow’s bow, the dart that flies,
Beneath her lashes, bring to me!
Sorrow and absence, glances cold,
Before my time have made me old;
A wine-cup from the hand of Youth
Bring me for pity and for ruth!


Then shall all unbelievers taste
A draught or two of that same wine;
But if they like it not, oh haste!
And let joy’s flowing cup be mine.
Cup-bearer, seize to-day, nor wait
Until to-morrow!–or from Fate
Some passport to felicity,
Some written surety bring to me!


My heart threw back the veil of woe,
Consoled by Hafiz melody:
From out the street of So-and-So,
Oh wind, bring perfumes sweet to me! 

Shams al-Din Hafiz
(1325 – 1389 )

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Bring Perfumes Sweet To MeFROM out the street of So-and-So,
Oh wind, bring perfumes sweet to me
For I am sick and pale with woe;
Oh bring me rest from misery!
The dust that lies before her door,
Love’s long desired elixir, pour
Upon this wasted heart of mine–
Bring me a promise and a sign!Shams al-Din Hafiz
(1325 – 1389 )Good and God’s morning …… 

in India perfume is known as Kushboo and meaning of this is smell of happiness …..

and a foul smell is known as DURGAND and it means what makes you apart or increase distance between two hearts …… 

all languages were and are formulated by genius minds with spiritual and scientific wisdom ….. 

some body ask me what is sign of God ….. answered ……Kushboo …..smell of happiness ….

be sensitive for this mild fragrance …..today I will update this page…

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Absolutely Clear

Don’t surrender your loneliness 
So quickly. 
Let it cut more deep. 

Let it ferment and season you 
As few human 
Or even divine ingredients can. 

Something missing in my heart tonight 
Has made my eyes so soft, 
My voice 
So tender, 

My need of God 
Absolutely 
Clear. 

Shams al-Din Hafiz
(1325 – 1389 )