Last night, a flood of tears
Hafezحافظ
دیشب به سیل اشک ره خواب میزدم
Last night with a flood of tears I was barring the road to sleep,
نقشی به یاد خط تو بر آب میزدم
tracing a picture on water in memory of your down.
ابروی یار در نظر و خرقه سوخته
The Friend's eyebrow before my eyes, and my cloak burned,
جامی به یاد گوشه محراب میزدم
I was drinking a cup in memory of the corner of the prayer-niche.
هر مرغ فکر کز سر شاخ سخن بجست
Every bird of thought that leapt from the branch of speech
بازش ز طره تو به مضراب میزدم
I struck back into song with the plectrum of your forelock.
روی نگار در نظرم جلوه مینمود
The face of my beloved was shining before my eyes,
وز دور بوسه بر رخ مهتاب میزدم
and from afar I was kissing the cheek of the moonlight.
چشمم به روی ساقی و گوشم به قول چنگ
My eye on the saqi's face and my ear on the harp's song,
فالی به چشم و گوش در این باب میزدم
I was taking an omen on this matter with eye and ear.
نقش خیال روی تو تا وقت صبحدم
Until the break of dawn I was weaving the image of your face
بر کارگاه دیده بیخواب میزدم
on the loom of my sleepless eye.
ساقی به صوت این غزلم کاسه میگرفت
To the tune of this ghazal of mine the saqi raised the bowl;
میگفتم این سرود و می ناب میزدم
I was singing this song and drinking pure wine.
خوش بود وقت حافظ و فال مراد و کام
Hafez's hour was sweet, and I was casting an omen of wishes and delight
بر نام عمر و دولت احباب میزدم
upon the name of my friends' long life and good fortune.
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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.