A nightingale held a rose petal
Hafezحافظ
بلبلی برگ گلی خوش رنگ در منقار داشت
A nightingale held in its beak a rose petal of lovely colour,
و اندر آن برگ و نوا خوش نالههای زار داشت
and with that petal and its song it made sweet, piteous laments.
گفتمش در عین وصل این ناله و فریاد چیست
I said to it: "In the very midst of union, what is this lament and crying?"
گفت ما را جلوه معشوق در این کار داشت
It said: "The beloved's splendour has set us to this work."
یار اگر ننشست با ما نیست جای اعتراض
If the beloved did not sit with us, there is no cause for complaint:
پادشاهی کامران بود از گدایی عار داشت
a fortunate king, he was ashamed of beggary.
در نمی گیرد نیاز و ناز ما با حسن دوست
Our pleading and our pride make no impression on the Friend's beauty;
خرم آن کز نازنینان بخت برخوردار داشت
happy is he whose fortune drew enjoyment from the delicate ones.
خیز تا بر کلک آن نقاش جان افشان کنیم
Rise, let us scatter our souls upon the pen of that Painter
کاین همه نقش عجب در گردش پرگار داشت
who held all these wondrous images in the turning of the compass.
گر مرید راه عشقی فکر بدنامی مکن
If you are a disciple of love's path, do not think of ill repute:
شیخ صنعان خرقه رهن خانه خمار داشت
Shaykh San'an pawned his cloak at the house of the wine-seller.
وقت آن شیرین قلندر خوش که در اطوار سیر
Happy the time of that sweet qalandar who, in the stages of his journey,
ذکر تسبیح ملک در حلقه زنار داشت
kept the angels' rosary-chant within the circle of the zunnar.
چشم حافظ زیر بام قصر آن حوری سرشت
The eye of Hafez, beneath the roof of that houri-natured one's palace,
شیوه جنات تجری تحتها الانهار داشت
had the way of "gardens beneath which rivers flow".
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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
سحر بلبل حکایت با صبا کرد
که عشق روی گل با ما چهها کرد
At dawn the nightingale told its tale to the east wind:
"See what love for the rose's face has done to us!"
At dawn the nightingale told the breeze
دوش وقت سحر از غصه نجاتم دادند
واندر آن ظلمت شب آب حیاتم دادند
Last night, at dawn, they set me free from sorrow,
and in that darkness of night they gave me the water of life.