For a While as Children
Omar Khayyamخیام
یک چند به کودکی باستاد شدیم
For a while, as children, we went to a master;
یک چند به استادی خود شاد شدیم
for a while we were pleased with our own mastery.
پایان سخن شنو که ما را چه رسید
Hear the end of the story, what became of us:
از خاک در آمدیم و بر باد شدیم
we came up out of dust and went off on the wind.
A note for readers
A quatrain on the vanity of learning. A version of it lies behind a famous stanza of FitzGerald’s Rubaiyat, which ends ‘I came like Water, and like Wind I go’; the second part of the corpus has a reading close to that. As with all the Rubaiyat, attribution to Khayyam is uncertain.
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یک عمر می‌توان سخن از زلف یار گفت
در بند آن مباش که مضمون نمانده است
One could speak for a lifetime of the beloved’s tresses;
do not fret that there are no themes left.
A Lifetime on the Beloved’s Tresses
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.