I Was Old and You Made Me Young
Rumiمولانا
من پیر فنا بدم جوانم کردی
I was old and passing away; you made me young.
من مرده بدم ز زندگانم کردی
I was dead; you brought me to life.
می‌ترسیدم که گم شوم در ره تو
I was afraid that I would be lost on your road;
اکنون نشوم گم که نشانم کردی
now I shall not be lost, for you have set your mark on me.
A note for readers
A quatrain from the rubais gathered in the Divan of Shams. Like many of Rumi’s quatrains it is addressed to a ‘you’ who may be Shams, the beloved or God. Quatrains in this tradition often travel under more than one poet’s name, so attributions are never certain.
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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.