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Ghazal · 14th century

Last night the languor of your eyes

Hafezحافظ

دوش بیماری چشم تو ببرد از دستم

Last night the languor of your eyes carried me away,

لیکن از لطف لبت صورت جان می‌بستم

yet from the kindness of your lip I was shaping the form of a soul.

عشق من با خط مشکین تو امروزی نیست

My love for your musky down is not of today;

دیرگاه است کز این جام هلالی مستم

for a long time I have been drunk from this crescent cup.

از ثبات خودم این نکته خوش آمد که به جور

Of my own constancy, this one point pleased me: that despite cruelty

در سر کوی تو از پای طلب ننشستم

I never sat down and gave up seeking in your lane.

عافیت چشم مدار از من میخانه‌نشین

Do not expect safety from me, who sits in the tavern,

که دم از خدمت رندان زده‌ام تا هستم

for as long as I have lived I have spoken of serving the rends.

در ره عشق از آن سوی فنا صد خطر است

On the road of love, beyond annihilation, there are a hundred dangers;

تا نگویی که چو عمرم به سر آمد رستم

so do not say, "When my life comes to its end, I am free."

بعد از اینم چه غم از تیر کج انداز حسود

What should I fear from now on from the envious one's crooked arrow,

چون به محبوب کمان ابروی خود پیوستم

since I have joined my beloved with the bow-shaped eyebrow?

بوسه بر درج عقیق تو حلال است مرا

A kiss on your casket of carnelian is lawful for me,

که به افسوس و جفا مهر وفا نشکستم

for through mockery and cruelty I never broke the seal of faithfulness.

صنمی لشکریم غارت دل کرد و برفت

An idol from the army plundered my heart and went;

آه اگر عاطفت شاه نگیرد دستم

ah, if the King's compassion does not take my hand!

رتبت دانش حافظ به فلک بر شده بود

The rank of Hafez's learning had risen to the heavens;

کرد غم‌خواری شمشاد بلندت پستم

grieving for your tall boxwood has brought me low.

Translation
Persiahaus Editors
Source
Draft translation from the Ganjoor text (Qazvini–Ghani edition)

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