No More Praise, No More Love Songs
Anvariانوری
نیز مدح و غزل نخواهم گفت
I will write no more praise poems, no more love songs,
گرچه طبعم به شعر موی شکافت
though my gift could split a hair in verse,
کانک معشوق بود پیر شدست
for the one who was my beloved has grown old,
وانک ممدوح بود فرمان یافت
and the one I praised has died.
A note for readers
A complete two-couplet qit'a in which the court poet gives up his two trades, the praise poem and the love lyric, with a dry explanation. It is often read as Anvari’s ironic farewell to court poetry.
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