I said, I grieve for you
Hafezحافظ
گفتم غم تو دارم گفتا غمت سر آید
I said, "I grieve for you." Came the reply: "Your grief will end."
گفتم که ماه من شو گفتا اگر برآید
I said, "Be my moon." Came the reply: "If it should rise."
گفتم ز مهرورزان رسم وفا بیاموز
I said, "Learn the custom of faithfulness from those who love."
گفتا ز خوبرویان این کار کمتر آید
Came the reply: "From the fair of face this is seldom found."
گفتم که بر خیالت راه نظر ببندم
I said, "I will bar the road of sight against your image."
گفتا که شب رو است او از راه دیگر آید
Came the reply: "It walks by night; it will come another way."
گفتم که بوی زلفت گمراه عالمم کرد
I said, "The scent of your curl has led me astray in the world."
گفتا اگر بدانی هم اوت رهبر آید
Came the reply: "If you knew, that same scent would be your guide."
گفتم خوشا هوایی کز باد صبح خیزد
I said, "Happy the air that rises with the morning breeze."
گفتا خنک نسیمی کز کوی دلبر آید
Came the reply: "Cooler the breeze that blows from the beloved's lane."
گفتم که نوش لعلت ما را به آرزو کشت
I said, "The honey of your ruby lip has killed us with longing."
گفتا تو بندگی کن کو بنده پرور آید
Came the reply: "Serve, for it is kind to those who serve."
گفتم دل رحیمت کی عزم صلح دارد
I said, "When will your merciful heart resolve on peace?"
گفتا مگوی با کس تا وقت آن درآید
Came the reply: "Tell no one, until its time arrives."
گفتم زمان عشرت دیدی که چون سر آمد
I said, "You saw how the time of joy came to an end."
گفتا خموش حافظ کاین غصه هم سر آید
Came the reply: "Be silent, Hafez, for this sorrow too will end."
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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.
A star shone out
سحر بلبل حکایت با صبا کرد
که عشق روی گل با ما چهها کرد
At dawn the nightingale told its tale to the east wind:
"See what love for the rose's face has done to us!"