The latest Tweets from Baki Gazel (@gzlgzlgzlgzl1). BAKİ İLETİŞİM ELEKTRONİK. Baki als Ghazeldichter, Sbirka Pojednani a Rozprav IX (Prague, Nakladem . The following analysis of one gazel from the divdn of Baki, perhaps the best-. People have often doubted the sincerity of Baki’s sentiments and he was caught out Some were authors of gazel and kaside, others of rubai, but all of them.
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Seek not for gain from fancy wild of pang of Love at all; For all that comes from fancy wild of Love’s pang is grief’s throe. English Choose naki language for shopping.
May the Mighty Ruler set thy crown on high, That thy throne may ever all assaults defy!
There’s a problem loading this menu right now. Thou art frightened, yet beside thee fearing no fight, is there none? Within the rosy garden of thy praise the bird, the heart, Singeth this soul-bestowing, smooth-as-water-running lay.
Joyous he flew on his journey to Heaven, Rescued forever from earth gross and vain. The first religious epic is that of Yaziji-Oglucalled the Gazellerri of Mohammed.
Prince dread as Doom, and strong as Fate, and bounteous as main! Drinking the poison of doom, ne’er a remnant Of sweetness’s taste in his mouth did remain. Like pigeon, there, before the gale that soft blows, Doth turn in many hazelleri somersault the young rose. Years trodden under foot have I lain on that path of thine; Thy musky locks are noose-like cast, around my feet to twine.
But a jewel flawed am faulty I: There’s on earth no city, neither any land, That is baji, O Monarch, under thy command. Fleeting like the realm of dreams is earth’s display. Oh, ever shall it be my lot, zone-like, thy waist to clasp! Since in the casket of our mind thy ruby’s picture lies, The mine is now no fitting home for gem of lustrous ray. I know that greatest kindliness in thee lies, What use, though, when my fate doth ever dark rise?
Thus wand’ring on, he knew not day from dark night; For many days he onward strayed in sad plight. What all this glory and panoply gain!
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And let the smoke from hearts on fire the heavens all darkened show! Explore the Home Gift Guide. With counsel many have tried me to guide right; Many with wisdom gifted have advice shown, But yet this fiend hath been by no one o’erthrown; Much gold has on the earth been strewn round, But yet this Stone of Alchemist by none’s found.
The speeding Horseman of the plain of Time and Space was he; Fortune and Fame aye as his friends and bridle-guides did go. Ablaze each tree, and blent are all in one glare, And therefore charged with glistening fire the still air. Poor Fuzuli for thine eyes and eyebrows aye hath longing cried: Although I’ve clutched its mantle, life hath turned away its face from me; And though I faith from mirror hoped, there persecuted swain I’ve seen.
Is’t strange if beauties’ hearts turn blood through envy of thy cheek most fair? Theriaca within their ruby pots the tulips lay: Need ’tis yon ill-mannered wretch’s company that we forego. The erst green tree now like the starry sky shows, And hurling meteors at the fiend, Earth, stones throws. Circling and soaring, he went on his journey, From the land of his exile to Home back again. O Thou Perfectness of Potence! Are they sparkling stars, or are they gleaming pearls, that there I see?
Let both the youthful pine and cypress view thy motions fair; The gardener now to rear the willow need no more assay. The collected poems of Ashiq are called a “divan,” the usual Persian and Turkish word for such collections; but very little of the divan of Ashiq has survived. Lose not, then, th’ occasion, but to joy look now, For one day thy station ‘neath earth seek must thou.
Lovely, indeed, the forms of moon-like maidens are to see Lovely to see, but ah! They have wrecked Ebu-Hanifa’s city through thy lack of care; Oh, in thee of Islam’s and the Prophet’s zeal, light, is there none?
Once from sleep I oped my eyes, I raised my head, when full in sight There before me stood a moon-faced beauty, lovely, shining, bright. The Tiger of the mount of war to rest in sleep hath gone; The Lion who doth now keep watch on glory’s height, behold! Long have our eyes dwelt on the road, and yet no news hath come From yonder land, the threshold of his majesty’s array: Thou art the Queen of earth, thy cheeks are Towers of might, this day, Before thy Horse, like Pawns, the Kings of grace and beauty go.
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Mine unkempt hair, the den of yonder tiger dread, the fair one’s love; My head, dismay and sorrow’s realm’s deserted mountain region drear. Of rebel demon thou hast cut the hope Suleiman’s throne to gain; That in the sea secure doth lie his Ring of might, thou news hast brought. Let loose thy scented locks, and odors sweet through earth convey! Lest he seduce thee, this my dread and terror, That rival who Iblis in spite resembles. These the lovers true of radiant faces aye, but who the fair?
Upon my gloomy fortune I no faith lay, Impossible my hope appeareth alway. Baqi, thy servant, O my Queen, before thee lieth low. When yon heart-winning moon before the King beamed, The King became the sunin him Love’s fire gleamed. If folk upon the bright sun look, with tears are filled their eyes; For seeing it, doth yon moon-face before their minds arise!
Those who poor were fruit and foliage attained; All the people of the land some trophy gained. Be the first to review this item Would you like to tell us about a lower price?
Seldom opportunities like this with thee lie; Sing then, for th’ occasion now is thine, so hie!