A drop from your pen
Hafezحافظ
چه لطف بود که ناگاه رشحه قلمت
What grace it was that suddenly a drop from your pen
حقوق خدمت ما عرضه کرد بر کرمت
set the claims of our service before your generosity.
به نوک خامه رقم کردهای سلام مرا
With the tip of your pen you have written out my greeting:
که کارخانه دوران مباد بی رقمت
may the workshop of time never be without your writing.
نگویم از من بیدل به سهو کردی یاد
I will not say that you remembered me, a heartless wretch, by mistake,
که در حساب خرد نیست سهو بر قلمت
for in the reckoning of reason there are no slips of your pen.
مرا ذلیل مگردان به شکر این نعمت
In thanks for the blessing that eternal fortune
که داشت دولت سرمد عزیز و محترمت
has kept you dear and honoured, do not let me be humbled.
بیا که با سر زلفت قرار خواهم کرد
Come, for I will make a pact with the tip of your curl
که گر سرم برود برندارم از قدمت
that even if I lose my head, I will not lift it from your feet.
ز حال ما دلت آگه شود مگر وقتی
Perhaps your heart will learn of our state only when
که لاله بردمد از خاک کشتگان غمت
the tulip springs up from the dust of those slain by grief for you.
روان تشنه ما را به جرعهای دریاب
Revive our thirsty soul with a single sip,
چو میدهند زلال خضر ز جام جمت
since they pour the clear water of Khizr from your cup of Jamshid.
همیشه وقت تو ای عیسی صبا خوش باد
May your time always be happy, O breeze with the breath of Jesus,
که جان حافظ دلخسته زنده شد به دمت
for the weary-hearted soul of Hafez came alive at your breath.
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در پیش نهاده کله کیکاووس
I saw a bird perched on the ramparts of Tus,
with the skull of Kay Kavus set down before it.
A Bird on the Walls of Tus
یکی قطره باران ز ابری چکید
خجل شد چو پهنای دریا بدید
A drop of rain fell from a cloud;
it was ashamed when it saw the breadth of the sea.
A Drop of Rain
ابتدای کار سیمرغ ای عجب
جلوهگر بگذشت بر چین نیمشب
The beginning of the Simorgh’s story, how wonderful:
in all his splendour he passed over China at midnight.