Friends, Hear the Tale of My Distress
Vahshi Bafqiوحشی بافقی
دوستان شرح پریشانی من گوش کنید
Friends, listen to the tale of my distress;
داستان غم پنهانی من گوش کنید
listen to the story of my hidden grief;
قصه بی سر و سامانی من گوش کنید
listen to the tale of my homeless ruin;
گفت وگوی من و حیرانی من گوش کنید
listen to my words and my bewilderment.
روزگاری من و دل ساکن کویی بودیم
For a time my heart and I lived in a certain street,
ساکن کوی بت عربده جویی بودیم
lived in the street of a quarrelsome idol;
عقل و دین باخته، دیوانهٔ رویی بودیم
we had lost our reason and our faith, mad for a face,
بستهٔ سلسلهٔ سلسله مویی بودیم
bound by the chain of chain-like tresses.
نرگس غمزه زنش این همه بیمار نداشت
Her narcissus eye, quick with glances, did not yet have so many sick,
سنبل پرشکنش هیچ گرفتار نداشت
her curling hyacinth hair held no captives at all;
این همه مشتری و گرمی بازار نداشت
she did not have all these buyers and this busy market:
یوسفی بود ولی هیچ خریدار نداشت
she was a Joseph, but she had no buyer.
A note for readers
The opening stanzas of Vahshi’s best-known poem, a long lament in which the lover tells how his devotion made the beloved famous, only for her to turn to others. Each stanza of four rhyming lines ends on a repeated phrase, which gives it the feel of a song. Its theme of the lover turning away from a faithless beloved belongs to the vasukht fashion of sixteenth-century Persian poetry.
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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.