No one has seen your face
Hafezحافظ
روی تو کس ندید و هزارت رقیب هست
No one has seen your face, and yet you have a thousand rivals;
در غنچهای هنوز و صدت عندلیب هست
you are still in the bud, and a hundred nightingales are yours.
گر آمدم به کوی تو چندان غریب نیست
If I have come to your street, it is not so strange:
چون من در آن دیار هزاران غریب هست
there are thousands of strangers like me in that land.
در عشق، خانقاه و خرابات فرق نیست
In love there is no difference between the Sufi lodge and the tavern:
هر جا که هست پرتو روی حبیب هست
wherever it may be, the light of the beloved's face is there.
آن جا که کار صومعه را جلوه میدهند
Wherever they set out the show of the cloister,
ناقوس دیر راهب و نام صلیب هست
there too are the monk's church bell and the name of the cross.
عاشق که شد که یار به حالش نظر نکرد
Who ever became a lover whose state the beloved did not look upon?
ای خواجه درد نیست وگرنه طبیب هست
Sir, there is simply no pain; otherwise there is a physician.
فریاد حافظ این همه آخر به هرزه نیست
All these cries of Hafez are not in vain after all:
هم قصهای غریب و حدیثی عجیب هست
there is a strange story here, and a wondrous tale.
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مرغی دیدم نشسته بر باره طوس
در پیش نهاده کله کیکاووس
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.