# -*- mode: org -*- Metres of the poems in: Faces of Love - Hafez and the Poets of Shiraz Note that [v v] can be substituted by [-], except at the start of a line, where it can become [- v]. Summary: |--------+----+----+----+------------------------------+-----------------------------------------------------------------------------| | Metre | H | J | O | Name | Explanation | |--------+----+----+----+------------------------------+-----------------------------------------------------------------------------| | 1.1.11 | 0 | 3 | 1 | Motaqâreb mahzuf | [v - - v - - v - - v -] | | 2.1.11 | 4 | 11 | 2 | Hazaj mahzuf | [v - - - v - - - v - -] | | 2.1.16 | 5 | 1 | 0 | Hazaj sâlem (mosamman) | [v - - - v - - - v - - - v - - -] | | 2.4.11 | 2 | 1 | 1 | Ramal mahzuf (mosaddas) | [- v - - - v - - - v -] | | 2.4.15 | 6 | 2 | 0 | Ramal mahzuf (mosamman) | [- v - - - v - - - v - - - v -] | | 3.1.15 | 19 | 6 | 2 | Ramal makhbun maqsur | [v v - - v v - - v v - - v v -] | | 3.3.14 | 3 | 1 | 0 | Hazaj akhrab makfuf mahzuf | [- - v v - - v v - - v v - -] | | 4.1.15 | 18 | 5 | 1 | Mojtass makhbun mahzuf | [v - v - v v - - v - v - v v -] | | 4.5.11 | 2 | 0 | 1 | Khafif makhbun maqsur | [v v - - v - v - v v -] | | 4.7.7x | 1 | 0 | 1 | Mozâre' akhrab sâlem | [- - v - v - - // - - v - v - -] | | 4.7.14 | 10 | 3 | 3 | Mozâre' akhrab makfuf mahzuf | [- - v - v - v v - - v - v -] | | 5.1.10 | 3 | 1 | 0 | Hazaj akhrab maqbuz mahzuf | [- - v v - v - v - -] | | Robâ'i | 6 | 25 | 18 | (3.3.13 / 5.1.13) | [- - v v - - v v - - v v -] / [- - v v - v - v - - v v -] (3.3.13 / 5.1.13) | |--------+----+----+----+------------------------------+-----------------------------------------------------------------------------| | all | 79 | 59 | 30 | | | |--------+----+----+----+------------------------------+-----------------------------------------------------------------------------| H: Hâfez, J: Jahân Malak Khâtun, O: 'Obeyd-e Zâkâni |------------------------+--------| | English starting line | Metre | |------------------------+--------| | My friend, hold back | Robâ'i | | However old, incapable | 4.7.14 | | Last night she brought | 3.1.15 | | A flower, without a | 5.1.10 | | I see no love in | 2.4.15 | | The orchard charms our | 2.4.15 | | Sweet lips and silver | 2.1.11 | | Come, boy, and pass | 2.1.16 | | No one has seen your | 4.7.14 | | To tell you now my | 4.5.11 | | Thanks be to God now | 3.3.14 | | Wine in my glass, and | 3.3.14 | | Go, mind your own | 4.1.15 | | Welcome, sweet flower | 2.1.11 | | Come, so that we can | 2.1.16 | | A corner of the | 4.1.15 | | Come, tell me what it | 4.1.15 | | Lost Joseph will | 2.4.15 | | Those days when loving | 2.4.11 | | Last night, news of my | 4.7.14 | | What's all this hiding | 4.1.15 | | I've known the pains | 4.5.11 | | That you're a pious | 3.1.15 | | I saw the green fields | 3.1.15 | | What's sweeter than a | 4.7.14 | | Last night I saw the | 3.1.15 | | For years my heart | 3.1.15 | | Last night, at dawn, | 3.1.15 | | When my love lifts his | 5.1.10 | | Plant friendship's | 2.1.16 | | To give up wine, and | 4.7.14 | | That busybody | 4.1.15 | | Drink wine down by the | 2.4.11 | | My love for you is | 5.1.10 | | At dawn, upon the | 2.1.16 | | Do you know what our | 4.7.14 | | What memories! I once | 3.1.15 | | Though wine is | 4.1.15 | | May your dear body | 4.1.15 | | To have my heart | 4.1.15 | | You've sent no word of | 3.1.15 | | Not every sufi's | 3.1.15 | | Good news, my heart! | 3.1.15 | | My love has sent no | 3.3.14 | | Good wine, that | 4.1.15 | | The one who gave your | 3.1.15 | | May I remember always | 3.1.15 | | These preachers who | 2.4.15 | | The nightingales are | 4.1.15 | | Moslems, time was I | 2.1.11 | | Perhaps, my heart, the | 3.1.15 | | We haven't traveled to | 3.1.15 | | I said, "The grief I | 4.7.7x | | Dear friends, that | 4.1.15 | | It is the night of | 2.1.11 | | Life's garden | 4.7.14 | | Of all the roses in | 3.1.15 | | A loving friend, good | 4.1.15 | | Last night the wine- | 2.4.15 | | Love's road's an | 4.7.14 | | My heart, good fortune | 4.1.15 | | Although our preacher | 3.1.15 | | When you drink wine, | 4.1.15 | | My heart was stolen by | 4.1.15 | | Good news! The days of | 4.1.15 | | I'll say it openly and | 3.1.15 | | Ah, God forbid that I | 4.7.14 | | Mild breeze of morning | 4.1.15 | | Where is the news | 3.1.15 | | My love's for pretty | 4.7.14 | | My body's dust is as a | 4.1.15 | | The musky morning | 3.1.15 | | If that Shirazi Turk | 2.1.16 | | Flirtatious games, and | 2.4.15 | | A black mole graced | Robâ'i | | Desire's destroyed my | Robâ'i | | What does life give me | Robâ'i | | Each friend turned out | Robâ'i | | With wine beside a | Robâ'i | |------------------------+--------| | For most of these long | Robâ'i | | How long will you be | 2.1.11 | | O God, I beg you, open | 1.1.11 | | Each new flower | Robâ'i | | My heart will take no | Robâ'i | | I didn't know my value | 2.4.11 | | Heart, in his beauty's | 2.1.11 | | If you should kiss me | 2.1.11 | | My heart is tangled | 2.1.11 | | Sweet breeze return to | 2.1.11 | | Your face usurps the | 4.7.14 | | From now on I have | 3.1.15 | | How sweet sleep is! I | 4.7.14 | | Come here a moment, | 2.1.11 | | How can I tell you | 4.1.15 | | At dawn my heart said | 4.1.15 | | Suppose a breeze | 1.1.11 | | O God, be kind, and | 1.1.11 | | My friend, who was so | 3.3.14 | | Have all your feelings | 2.1.11 | | It will be God who | 3.1.15 | | How sweet those days | 3.1.15 | | How would it be, my | 4.7.14 | | In all the world, my | 2.1.11 | | Why is it you neglect | 4.1.15 | | Most people in the | 3.1.15 | | His glances trap my | 2.4.15 | | Why, in your heart, | 2.1.11 | | You don't know how you | 2.1.11 | | Your face is like a | 2.1.8x | | I am still drunk that | 2.1.11 | | I know you think that | 2.4.15 | | How long will heaven's | 5.1.10 | | Last night I dreamed I | 3.1.15 | | The roses have all | Robâ'i | | Here, in the corner of | 4.1.15 | | I swore I'd never look | Robâ'i | | You wandered through | Robâ'i | | Wherever my eyes look | Robâ'i | | Last night, my love, | Robâ'i | | My love's an ache no | Robâ'i | | I told my heart, "I | Robâ'i | | My heart, sit down, | Robâ'i | | I feel so heart-sick, | Robâ'i | | Your face's absence | Robâ'i | | I'm like the moth that | Robâ'i | | Always, whatever else | Robâ'i | | My heart, if you have | Robâ'i | | What has this life we | Robâ'i | | When someone is | 4.1.15 | | A picnic at the desert | 3.1.15 | | To see the blossom of | Robâ'i | | A happy heart's the | Robâ'i | | If I can't even get | Robâ'i | | Pity the wretch, | Robâ'i | | Shall I complain of | Robâ'i | | Laughing, the rose | Robâ'i | | My enemies' glib lies | Robâ'i | | Shiraz when spring is | Robâ'i | |------------------------+--------| | In arts and sciences, | Robâ'i | | I've set out from | 3.1.15 | | My hurt heart's tales, | 3.1.15 | | The breeze of Mosalla, | 4.1.15 | | Here in our corner, | 4.7.7x | | If that full moon were | 2.1.11 | | Devil, and then angel | 4.7.14 | | I'm off to stroll | Robâ'i | | This tool of mine that | Robâ'i | | I'd like a boy to fuck | Robâ'i | | I've debts and nothing | 1.1.11 | | My heart still hankers | Robâ'i | | Some are on fire for | Robâ'i | | After forty your | Robâ'i | | Where is Shiraz's wine | Robâ'i | | Her pussy had the | Robâ'i | | O God, sole help of | Robâ'i | | My pretty dear, you're | 4.7.14 | | Pussy remarked, "This | Robâ'i | | This nonsense-spouting | Robâ'i | | I'll fix this hangover | Robâ'i | | It's summer, and my | Robâ'i | | My prick's a cypress | Robâ'i | | Ramadan's come - the | Robâ'i | | Although the ass can | Robâ'i | | An individual fucked | 2.1.11 | | Well, once upon a time | 2.4.11 | | Try hard to have men | Robâ'i | | The lesson to be | 4.7.14 | | Cat and mouse | 4.5.11 | |------------------------+--------|