A Human Being Is What I Long For
Rumiمولانا
یعقوبوار «وا اسفا»ها همی زنم
Like Jacob I keep crying, ‘Alas, alas’;
دیدار خوب یوسف کنعانم آرزوست
the fair sight of Joseph of Canaan is what I long for.
والله که شهر بیتو مرا حبس میشود
By God, without you the city becomes a prison to me;
آوارگی و کوه و بیابانم آرزوست
wandering, the mountains and the desert are what I long for.
زین همرهان سستعناصر دلم گرفت
My heart is weary of these feeble companions;
شیر خدا و رستم دستانم آرزوست
the Lion of God and Rostam son of Dastan are what I long for.
جانم ملول گشت ز فرعون و ظلم او
My soul is sick of Pharaoh and his tyranny;
آن نور روی موسی عمرانم آرزوست
the light on the face of Moses son of Imran is what I long for.
زین خلق پرشکایت گریان شدم ملول
Weeping, I have grown weary of these complaining people;
آن های هوی و نعره مستانم آرزوست
the hey and the ho and the shouts of the drunken are what I long for.
گویاترم ز بلبل اما ز رشک عام
I am more eloquent than the nightingale, but for the envy of the crowd
مهر است بر دهانم و افغانم آرزوست
there is a seal on my mouth, and crying out is what I long for.
دی شیخ با چراغ همی گشت گرد شهر
Yesterday the master went round the town with a lamp,
کز دیو و دد ملولم و انسانم آرزوست
saying, ‘I am weary of demons and beasts; a human being is what I long for.’
گفتند «یافت مینشود، جستهایم ما»
They said, ‘He cannot be found; we have searched.’
گفت «آنک یافت مینشود، آنم آرزوست»
He said, ‘The one who cannot be found is what I long for.’
A note for readers
From the ghazal that begins «بنمای رخ که باغ و گلستانم آرزوست», ‘Show your face, for the garden and the rose bed are what I long for’, one of the best known in the Divan of Shams; every couplet ends on arezust, ‘is what I long for’. The Lion of God is a title of Ali, and Rostam is the hero of the Shahnameh. The master searching the town with a lamp recalls the story told of Diogenes. The excerpt gives couplets 8 to 15 of twenty-four.
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