Dawn breeze, where is the beloved?
Hafezحافظ
ای نسیم سحر آرامگه یار کجاست؟
O dawn breeze, where is the beloved's resting place?
منزل آن مه عاشقکش عیار کجاست؟
Where is the lodging of that artful, lover-slaying moon?
شب تار است و ره وادی ایمن در پیش
The night is dark, and the road to the valley of Ayman lies ahead;
آتش طور کجا موعد دیدار کجاست؟
where is the fire of Sinai, where the promised hour of meeting?
هر که آمد به جهان نقش خرابی دارد
Whoever has come into this world bears the stamp of ruin;
در خرابات بگویید که هشیار کجاست؟
in the tavern, tell me, where is the sober one?
آنکس است اهل بشارت که اشارت داند
The one fit for good news is the one who understands a sign;
نکتهها هست بسی محرم اسرار کجاست؟
there are many fine points: where is the one who keeps the secrets?
هر سر موی مرا با تو هزاران کار است
Every tip of my hair has a thousand dealings with you;
ما کجاییم و ملامتگر بیکار کجاست؟
where are we, and where is the idle one who blames?
باز پرسید ز گیسوی شکن در شکنش
Ask once more of her curl, twist upon twist,
کاین دل غمزده سرگشته گرفتار کجاست؟
where this grief-stricken, bewildered, captive heart has gone.
عقل دیوانه شد آن سلسله مشکین کو؟
Reason has gone mad: where is that musky chain?
دل ز ما گوشه گرفت ابروی دلدار کجاست؟
My heart has withdrawn into a corner: where is the beloved's eyebrow?
ساقی و مطرب و می جمله مهیاست ولی
Saqi, minstrel and wine are all prepared, but
عیش بییار مهیا نشود یار کجاست؟
without the friend no joy can be prepared: where is the friend?
حافظ از باد خزان در چمن دهر مرنج
Hafez, do not be hurt by the autumn wind in the meadow of time;
فکر معقول بفرما گل بیخار کجاست؟
think it through with reason: where is the rose without a thorn?
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مرغی دیدم نشسته بر باره طوس
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.