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Ghazal · 14th century

Do not ask obedience of me

Hafezحافظ

مطلب طاعت و پیمان و صلاح از من مست

Do not ask obedience, vows and good conduct of me, drunk as I am,

که به پیمانه‌کشی شهره شدم روز الست

for I was famed for draining the cup on the day of Alast.

من همان دم که وضو ساختم از چشمه عشق

The very moment I made my ablutions at the spring of love,

چار تکبیر زدم یکسره بر هرچه که هست

I said the four takbirs over everything that exists.

می بده تا دهمت آگهی از سر قضا

Give me wine, and I will tell you the secret of destiny:

که به روی که شدم عاشق و از بوی که مست

whose face I fell in love with, and by whose scent I am drunk.

کمر کوه کم است از کمر مور اینجا

Here the mountain's waist is slighter than an ant's;

ناامید از در رحمت مشو ای باده‌پرست

do not despair of the door of mercy, O lover of wine.

بجز آن نرگس مستانه که چشمش مرساد

Apart from that drunken narcissus, may no evil eye touch it,

زیر این طارم فیروزه کسی خوش ننشست

no one under this turquoise vault has ever sat at ease.

جان فدای دهنش باد که در باغ نظر

May my soul be a ransom for her mouth, for in the garden of sight

چمن آرای جهان، خوشتر از این غنچه نبست

the world's gardener never formed a sweeter bud than this.

حافظ از دولت عشق تو سلیمانی شد

Through the fortune of your love Hafez became a Solomon:

یعنی از وصل تواش نیست بجز باد به دست

that is, from union with you he holds nothing in his hand but wind.

Translation
Persiahaus Editors
Source
Draft translation from the Ganjoor text (Qazvini–Ghani edition)

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