My life has passed
Hafezحافظ
عمر بگذشت به بیحاصلی و بوالهوسی
My life has passed in fruitlessness and idle fancies;
ای پسر جام میام ده که به پیری برسی
boy, give me a cup of wine, and may you live to be old.
چه شکرهاست در این شهر که قانع شدهاند
How much sugar there is in this city, and yet
شاهبازان طریقت به مقام مگسی
the royal falcons of the Path have settled for the station of the fly!
دوش در خیل غلامان درش میرفتم
Last night I walked among the troop of servants at her door;
گفت: «ای عاشق بیچاره تو باری چه کسی؟»
she said, "And you, poor lover, who are you, after all?"
با دل خونشده چون نافه خوشش باید بود
With a heart turned to blood, like the musk-pod, he must still be glad,
هر که مشهور جهان گشت به مشکیننفسی
whoever has become famous in the world for musky breath.
لمع البرق من الطور و آنست به
Lightning flashed from Mount Sinai, and I saw it;
فلعلی لک آت بشهاب قبس
perhaps I may bring you a burning brand from it.
کاروان رفت و تو در خواب و بیابان در پیش
The caravan has gone, and you are asleep, and the desert lies ahead;
وه که بس بیخبر از غلغل چندین جرسی
ah, how unaware you are of the clamour of so many bells!
بال بگشا و صفیر از شجر طوبی زن
Spread your wings and sing out from the Tuba tree of paradise;
حیف باشد چو تو مرغی که اسیر قفسی
it is a pity that a bird like you should be captive in a cage.
تا چو مجمر نفسی دامن جانان گیرم
So that, like the censer, for one breath I might hold the beloved's hem,
جان نهادیم بر آتش ز پی خوشنفسی
I have laid my life upon the fire for the sake of a sweet scent.
چند پوید به هوای تو ز هر سو حافظ
How long will Hafez run on every side in longing for you?
یسر الله طریقا بک یا ملتمسی
May God make easy a path to you, O you whom I seek.
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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.