A Lifetime on the Beloved’s Tresses
Saeb Tabriziصائب تبریزی
یک عمر می‌توان سخن از زلف یار گفت
One could speak for a lifetime of the beloved’s tresses;
در بند آن مباش که مضمون نمانده است
do not fret that there are no themes left.
A note for readers
A single couplet in which Saeb defends the endless invention of the Indian style, the poetry of his age, which prized new ‘themes’ (mazmun) drawn from old images. The beloved’s long, endlessly curling tresses are themselves an image of inexhaustible poetry.
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بلبلی برگ گلی خوش رنگ در منقار داشت
و اندر آن برگ و نوا خوش ناله‌های زار داشت
A nightingale held in its beak a rose petal of lovely colour,
and with that petal and its song it made sweet, piteous laments.
A nightingale held a rose petal
ستاره ای بدرخشید و ماه مجلس شد
دل رمیده ما را رفیق و مونس شد
A star shone out and became the moon of the gathering,
became friend and companion to our startled heart.
A star shone out
صبح دم چون کله بندد آه دود آسای من
چون شفق در خون نشیند چشم شب پیمای من
At dawn, when my smoke-like sigh spreads out its canopy,
my night-measuring eye sits in blood like the red of twilight.