I laid my face on her path
Hafezحافظ
رو بر رهش نهادم و بر من گذر نکرد
I laid my face upon her path, and she did not pass my way;
صد لطف چشم داشتم و یک نظر نکرد
I hoped for a hundred kindnesses, and she did not cast a single glance.
سیل سرشک ما ز دلش کین به در نبرد
The flood of our tears did not wash the rancour from her heart;
در سنگ خاره قطره باران اثر نکرد
on hard granite the raindrop left no mark.
یا رب تو آن جوان دلاور نگاهدار
O Lord, protect that bold young one
کز تیر آه گوشهنشینان حذر نکرد
who did not beware the arrow of the recluses' sighs.
ماهی و مرغ دوش ز افغان من نخفت
Last night fish and bird could not sleep for my lament,
وان شوخدیده بین که سر از خواب برنکرد
yet see that saucy-eyed one, who did not lift her head from sleep.
میخواستم که میرمش اندر قدم چو شمع
I wanted to die at her feet like a candle;
او خود گذر به ما چو نسیم سحر نکرد
but she never passed our way, like the dawn breeze.
جانا کدام سنگدل بیکفایت است
My soul, who is so stony-hearted and so worthless
کاو پیش زخم تیغ تو جان را سپر نکرد؟
as not to make his life a shield before the blow of your sword?
کلک زبانبریده حافظ در انجمن
The tongue-cut pen of Hafez never told your secret
با کس نگفت راز تو تا ترک سر نکرد
to anyone in company, until it gave up its head.
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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.