Her moon-like cheek
Hafezحافظ
مجمع خوبی و لطف است عذار چو مهش
Her moon-like cheek is the meeting-place of beauty and grace,
لیکنش مهر و وفا نیست خدایا بدهش
but she has no kindness or faithfulness: O God, give them to her.
دلبرم شاهد و طفل است و به بازی روزی
My beloved is a beauty and a child, and one day, in play,
بکشد زارم و در شرع نباشد گنهش
she will kill me pitifully, and by the law it will be no sin of hers.
من همان به که از او نیک نگه دارم دل
It is best that I guard my heart well from her,
که بد و نیک ندیدهست و ندارد نگهش
for she has not yet known good and bad, and keeps no watch over it.
بوی شیر از لب همچون شکرش میآید
The scent of milk still comes from her sugar-sweet lips,
گرچه خون میچکد از شیوه چشم سیهش
though blood drips from the ways of her black eyes.
چارده ساله بتی چابک شیرین دارم
I have an idol like the moon of fourteen nights, nimble and sweet,
که به جان حلقه به گوش است مه چاردهش
whose ring the full moon of the fourteenth night wears in its ear with all its soul.
از پی آن گل نورسته دل ما یارب
O Lord, where has our heart gone, following that new-blown rose,
خود کجا شد که ندیدیم در این چند گهش؟
that we have not seen it these several days?
یار دلدار من ار قلب بدین سان شکند
If my heart-holding friend breaks hearts like this,
ببرد زود به جانداری خود پادشهش
the King will soon take her into his own guard.
جان به شکرانه کنم صرف گر آن دانه در
I would spend my life in thanks if that single pearl
صدف سینه حافظ بود آرامگهش
should find its resting place in the oyster of Hafez's breast.
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with the skull of Kay Kavus set down before it.
A Bird on the Walls of Tus
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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
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جلوهگر بگذشت بر چین نیمشب
The beginning of the Simorgh’s story, how wonderful:
in all his splendour he passed over China at midnight.