Poesía de Hydrabad alrededor de 1910 - 14

Hazrat Inayat Khan, durante su estancia en la Corte del Nizam de Hydrabad hacia 1910, recopiló una rica variedad de poesía y música, que está publicada en el 'Minqār-i-Musiqār', presentado en nuestros Sohbets anteriores - el libro está disponible en

https://sulukpress.com/books/the-minqar-i-musiqar


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Ghazal de Hafiz – Rāg Bhairavī, Tāl Qavālī

Si esa turca de Shiraz se apoderara de mi corazón, 
yo daría Samarcanda y Bujara por su oscuro lunar. 

Saqi, vierte lo que queda del vino, pues en el cielo no se encuentran 
las orillas del río Ruknabad, ni la rosa del jardín Musalla. 

La belleza de la amiga puede prescindir de nuestro imperfecto amor, 
¿qué necesidad tiene un bello rostro de lustre y color, lunar y línea? 

Cuenta el cuento del cantante y el vino, 
preocúpate menos del secreto de la tarifa, 
pues sabiduría nunca ayudó a nadie 
a resolver este enigma, ni lo hará. 

Recitaste un 'ghazal', enhebraste perlas; 
Hafiz, ven a cantar dulcemente para que los cielos 
esparzan sobre tu verso las encordadas Pleiades.

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Cordialmente – Puran

Sohbet4224 - Poesia - Hydrabad - 14 - Bhairavi - Qavali - Hafiz

Don't Stop The Party V2 #BS TARIGAN - ( Jagur Mix X MR HAFIZ ) Super Duper Expres

Hydrabad poetry around 1910 – 19

Hazrat Inayat Khan, during his stay at the Court of the Nizam of Hydrabad around 1910, collected a rich variety of poetry and music, which is published in the ‘Minqār-i-Musiqār’, presented in our earlier Sohbets – the book is available at 

https://sulukpress.com/books/the-minqar-i-musiqar
 
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Ghazal – 57 of Hafiz – Rāg Jhinjhotī Zila, Tāl Dādrā

Because of your beauty, my heart lives in anguish,
just like a stranger who has no friend.

The wares of pure hearts of rueful lovers,
in the bazaar of her loveliness have no value.

O my heart, seek the saqi’s cup in every face (kul),
for like a balding head (kal), the world has no endurance.

Though my heart left me, she would not care.
Nothing more than a wink came to pass.

Like a moon, without your face’s sun to light it,
the heart and soul of Hafiz 
have no place of peace or contentment.

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Heartily – Puran

Sohbet5224 - Poetry - Hydrabad - 19 - Jhinjhotī Zila Dādrā - 57 - Hafiz

Hydrabad-Poesie um 1910 - 19

Hazrat Inayat Khan sammelte während seines Aufenthalts am Hof des Nizam von Hydrabad um 1910 eine reiche Vielfalt an Poesie und Musik, die in dem in unseren früheren Sohbets vorgestellten 'Minqār-i-Musiqār' veröffentlicht ist - das Buch ist erhältlich bei 

https://sulukpress.com/books/the-minqar-i-musiqar

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Ghazal – 57 von Hafiz – Rāg Jhinjhotī Zila, Tāl Dādrā

Wegen deiner Schönheit lebt mein Herz in Qual,
genau wie ein Fremder, der keinen Freund hat.

Die Waren der reinen Herzen reumütiger Liebender,
haben auf dem Basar ihrer Lieblichkeit keinen Wert.

O mein Herz, suche den Becher des Saqi in jedem Antlitz (kul),
denn wie ein kahler Kopf (kal), hat die Welt keinen Bestand.

Auch wenn mein Herz mich verlassen hat, kümmert es sie nicht.
Da war nicht mehr als ein einziges Augenzwinkern.

Wie ein Mond, der ohne die Sonne deines Antlitzes nicht erstrahlt,
haben Herz und Seele von Hafiz 
weder Ort des Friedens noch Erfüllung.

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Herzlich – Puran

Sohbet5224 - Poesie - Hydrabad - 19 - Jhinjhotī Zila Dādrā - 57 - Hafiz

Poesía de Hydrabad alrededor de 1910 - 19

Hazrat Inayat Khan, durante su estancia en la Corte del Nizam de Hydrabad hacia 1910, recopiló una rica variedad de poesía y música, que está publicada en el 'Minqār-i-Musiqār', presentado en nuestros Sohbets anteriores - el libro está disponible en

https://sulukpress.com/books/the-minqar-i-musiqar

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Ghazal – 57 de Hafiz – Rāg Jhinjhotī Zila, Tāl Dādrā

Por tu belleza, mi corazón vive en angustia,
como un extraño que no tiene amigo.

Las mercancías de corazones puros de amantes apenados,
en el bazar de su hermosura no tienen valor.

Oh corazón mío, busca la copa del saqi en cada rostro (kul),
pues como una cabeza calva (kal), el mundo no tiene consistencia.

Aunque mi corazón me abandonó, a ella no le importa.
Nada más que un guiño llegó a pasar.

Como una luna, sin el sol de tu rostro que la ilumine,
el corazón y el alma de Hafiz 
no tienen ni lugar de paz ni contento.

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Cordialmente – Puran

Sohbet5224 - Poesia - Hydrabad - 19 - Jhinjhotī Zila Dādrā - 57 - Hafiz

Emotional Heart Touching Dua - Ya Dil Teri Rehmat Ka - Talabgar Hai Mola - Hafiz Hassan Anzar

Ya Dil Teri Rehmat Ka - Talabgar Hai Mola - Hafiz Hassan Anzar

هر که را خوابگه آخر مشتی خاک است
گو چه حاجت که به افلاک کشی ایوان را
حافظا می خور و رندی کن و خوش باش ولی
دام تزویر مکن چون دگران قرآن را

«حافظ»

کم بلدم کمبلدم ، آنچه که نیک است بلدم
مرغ رها گشته ز آن قلعه ی کفرِ بلدم
لشگرِ مرغان چو اگر مثل منی پیشه کنند 
قاف نه سی مرغ شود، زین که رهِ او بلدم 
باز به پرواز شود چون به پسش ره ببرم 
هر چه رود باز روم، چون همه رزمش بلدم
خواب نیاید به شبم، دام نیاید به رهم 
گوش به آواز دهم، نغمه دهم تا بلدم
مه به نشانست مرا، در نظرش نقطه منم 
پلک نبندد ز پرم، رسم وفاقش بلدم 
باد به رقص است مرا، ابر به دشت است مرا
جمله هنر هست مرا، چون ره خود را بلدم

Tazvir Intro [Prod. Saraei]

A ghazal blues. A ghazal is a Persian love lyric, combining complete self-abandonment with a furiously thought out rhythm and rhyme scheme. Hafiz (14C Persia) was and is the perfect master of the ghazal and of the ancient Eastern wisdom (about the ever-shifting world) it distils. This is a modern English ghazal for drum and bass.

A fretful mind’s like a buzz-saw, it hacks the joy from our lives
But such release as we let go and follow heart to its end.

O love! I offer my patience, persistent, brave to the end;
This fickle loving so stiff-scared of life and death, I’ll amend.

I’ll hold your course through the quicksand, the place to learn to
accept
This shifting world as it needs must; accept its ways cannot mend.

I’ll cry our love from the rooftops, embrace the hate of the street,
The cold attrition of thick skins, and won’t accuse or defend.

I’ll fly the rose of this love-truth you’ve gentled deep in my heart
And stand, alone if I have to, no matter how I’m condemned.

A fretful mind’s like a buzz-saw, it hacks the joy from our lives
But such release as we let go and follow heart to its end.

Tomorrow’s reduced into worries; the past can never be changed;
Would gnaw my mind sick with what wasn't or isn't or won't be my friend.

A fretful mind’s like a buzz-saw, it hacks the joy from our lives
But such release as we let go and follow heart to its end.

Mind pirouettes as it works out - six limbo-dancing degrees -
A high school hop to a first kiss is how the wise heart
ascends.

The Way of Love is a tightrope, it’s pitched above the mundane -
This circus whirl of allurements my mind is poised to transcend.

A fretful mind’s like a buzz-saw, it hacks the joy from our lives
But such release as we let go and follow heart to its end.

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© Gareth Calway Six Degrees of Separation; Seven Degrees of Love Sheriar Press 2016
 https://www.sheriarbooks.org/product/6-degrees-of-separation

Hip Hop Ghazal Blues Meher Baba Alternative Rock Drum & Bass Hafiz

Maz - vocals
Ghaz- ghazal lyric and tune, vocals, bass, drums.
Meher Baba - "Some Divine Qualities"

from 2020 Visions (The Year of Working From Home) (album), released January 17, 2022
The lyric versifies and interprets a spiritual discourse ("Some Divine Qualities") by Meher Baba (Whose motto was 'Don't Worry; Be Happy')

A Fretful Mind

Original Music.
Lyrics:
راهی بزن که آهی بر سازِ آن توان زد
شعری بخوان که با او رَطلِ گران توان زد
بر آستانِ جانان گر سر توان نهادن
گلبانگِ سربلندی بر آسمان توان زد
قَدِّ خمیدهٔ ما سهلت نماید اما
بر چشمِ دشمنان تیر، از این کمان توان زد
در خانقه نگنجد اسرارِ عشقبازی
جامِ میِ مُغانه هم با مُغان توان زد
درویش را نباشد برگِ سرایِ سلطان
ماییم و کهنه دلقی کآتش در آن توان زد
اهلِ نظر دو عالم در یک نظر ببازند
عشق است و داوِ اول بر نقدِ جان توان زد
گر دولتِ وصالت خواهد دری گشودن
سرها بدین تَخَیُّل بر آستان توان زد
شد رهزنِ سلامت زلفِ تو وین عجب نیست
گر راهزن تو باشی صد کاروان توان زد

سمپل ها از دلم می خواست - ویگن 


Bezan!

What happens

The grail knights ascend to the sixth heaven, to attain mastery of the heart, (ie the second aspect of the mind - feelings.) They endure an agony of bliss. All that is left of them is an inner Eye consumed with the fire of love. The crashing of their Lancelot vessel (the highest craft of all) in the searing fiery gale (the Beloved's revealed Face/ the Sun) occurs not at the end of the heaven but is itself the heaven. Now only a lover's leap remains between them and the God that fills their Eye, but they cannot leap themselves to do it.


Form and technique

I started writing formal ghazals (in English) when I found out that they were Meher Baba's favourite poetic form.  A ghazal is a classical Persian lyric poem - typically describing a state of mystical love - believed to be the ancestor of the sonnet. Both ghazal and sonnet are love poems that  combine lyrical abandonment with tightly controlled rhythm, rhyme and line organisation, a balanced tension of heart and mind forces. Only, where a sonnet moves forward in time, the ghazal stays in one place, both metrically and in terms of thought. The sonnet is an argument; the ghazal is a meditation. The sonnet chats; the ghazal chants. 



Ma darpiyalih ak-i rukh-i yar didih im
Ay bikhabar zi lazzat-i shurb-i mudam-i ma (Hafiz.)
'We have seen the face of the Beloved reflected in the (heart's) cup
O ignorant one, no notion have you of the bliss we imbibe therefrom.'



This face that burns upon my Eye in searing fiery gale:
More clear than any seen on Earth or heavenward trail.

The Lancelot shot down in flames, the highest craft of all:
Conception deconstructed lifting Guinevere’s veil.

‘I see your face in everything, but cannot leap the gulf
Between belief in what I see and being what I fail.’

It’s Leila’s I-consuming, never-ending, parted love
For Majnu, her sole bleeding where his sole trod upon a nail.

He feels his wreck in her, a bliss that pierces his heart
And bleeds from hers like wounds of Passion’s holiest nail.

The agony of longing long, the ecstasy of pain
In hearts that See their grail through golden bars of a gaol!

Your Sun is Everything and there is nothing that is not the Sun:
My black hole All-consumed in one whole - yet shadows prevail.

In sainted flames of love, with nothing else it can see
It burns away in grief, this Eye that can’t have the Grail.

O Heart of Hearts, her Absent Heart is All to you now.
She’s in the Seventh Sun, where Lovers leap and visions...fail

©Gareth Calway 2016 published in "6 Degrees of Separation; 7 Degrees of Love" (Sheriar) http://garethcalway.blogspot.co.uk/2016/01/6-degrees-of-separation-7-degrees-of.html
Track art by Isla Rafferty.

This Face That Burns Upon My Eye in Searing Fiery Gale

First traditional & Hip hop Albums performed by the same vocalist

A marriage (and we are actually married, 45 years so far) of melody and rhythm. We do folk, indie, Americana, Norfolk noir, beat poems &  ghazals. Traditional tunes with contemporary beats. Music videos  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb8wV0-DNiFs1R5G2VSytBQ
Maz lead & harmony vocals, acoustic guitar. Gaz vocals, voice, bass, drums & percussion, harmonium, recorders, lyre harp, field recordings.

Teachings in Flamenco guitar, all styles of guitar, Singing, Percussion, Piano, Composition
Unterricht in Flamencogitarre, alle Stile der Gitarre, Singen, Perkussion, Piano, Komposition

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