I said, she said
Hafezحافظ
گفتم کی ام دهان و لبت کامران کنند؟
I said, "When will your mouth and lips grant me my wish?"
گفتا به چشم هر چه تو گویی چنان کنند
She said, "Gladly; whatever you say, they will do."
گفتم خراج مصر طلب میکند لبت
I said, "Your lip demands the tribute of Egypt."
گفتا در این معامله کمتر زیان کنند
She said, "In this bargain there is little loss."
گفتم به نقطه دهنت خود که برد راه؟
I said, "Who has found the way to the tiny dot of your mouth?"
گفت این حکایتیست که با نکتهدان کنند
She said, "That is a tale to tell to one who understands subtleties."
گفتم صنمپرست مشو با صمد نشین
I said, "Do not worship idols; sit with the Eternal."
گفتا به کوی عشق هم این و هم آن کنند
She said, "In the lane of love they do both this and that."
گفتم هوای میکده غم میبرد ز دل
I said, "The air of the tavern takes grief from the heart."
گفتا خوش آن کسان که دلی شادمان کنند
She said, "Happy are those who make a heart glad."
گفتم شراب و خرقه نه آیین مذهب است
I said, "Wine and the cloak are not the custom of the faith."
گفت این عمل به مذهب پیر مغان کنند
She said, "This is done in the faith of the Magian elder."
گفتم ز لعل نوشلبان پیر را چه سود؟
I said, "What use to an old man are ruby lips as sweet as honey?"
گفتا به بوسه شکرینش جوان کنند
She said, "With a sugared kiss they make him young."
گفتم که خواجه کی به سر حجله میرود؟
I said, "When will the master go into the bridal chamber?"
گفت آن زمان که مشتری و مه قران کنند
She said, "When Jupiter and the moon come into conjunction."
گفتم دعای دولت او ورد حافظ است
I said, "Prayer for his fortune is the litany of Hafez."
گفت این دعا ملایک هفت آسمان کنند
She said, "This prayer the angels of the seven heavens say."
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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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The beginning of the Simorgh’s story, how wonderful:
in all his splendour he passed over China at midnight.