Caught in the snare of your curl
Hafezحافظ
به دام زلف تو دل مبتلای خویشتن است
In the snare of your curl my heart is a captive of its own doing;
بکش به غمزه که اینش سزای خویشتن است
kill it with a glance, for it has earned this for itself.
گرت ز دست برآید مراد خاطر ما
If what our heart desires lies within your power,
به دست باش که خیری به جای خویشتن است
be ready to do it, for a good deed returns to its doer.
به جانت ای بت شیرین دهن که همچون شمع
By your life, O sweet-mouthed idol, like the candle
شبان تیره، مرادم فنای خویشتن است
in dark nights my wish is to be consumed.
چو رای عشق زدی با تو گفتم ای بلبل
When you set your mind on love, I told you, O nightingale:
مکن که آن گل خندان به رای خویشتن است
"Don't, for that laughing rose follows only her own will."
به مشک چین و چگل نیست بوی گل محتاج
The scent of the rose has no need of the musk of China and Chegel,
که نافههاش ز بند قبای خویشتن است
for its musk-pods come from the fastening of its own robe.
مرو به خانه ارباب بیمروت دهر
Do not go to the houses of the world's ungenerous,
که گنج عافیتت در سرای خویشتن است
for the treasure of your well-being is in your own house.
بسوخت حافظ و در شرط عشقبازی او
Hafez burned, and in keeping the terms of love
هنوز بر سر عهد و وفای خویشتن است
he still holds to his own covenant and faithfulness.
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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.