On the Night of Parting
Fakhr al-Din Iraqiعراقی
ز دو دیده خون فشانم، ز غمت شب جدایی
From my two eyes I shed blood in grief for you on the night of parting;
چه کنم؟ که هست اینها گل خیر آشنایی
what can I do? These are the flowers that knowing you has borne.
همه شب نهاده ام سر، چو سگان، بر آستانت
All night I have laid my head, like the dogs, upon your threshold,
که رقیب در نیاید به بهانهٔ گدایی
so that the rival may not come in on the pretext of begging.
مژه ها و چشم یارم به نظر چنان نماید
My friend’s lashes and eyes appear to my sight
که میان سنبلستان چرد آهوی ختایی
like a deer of Cathay grazing in a field of hyacinths.
در گلستان چشمم ز چه رو همیشه باز است؟
Why is the rose garden of my eye always open?
به امید آنکه شاید تو به چشم من درآیی
In the hope that you might perhaps come into my sight.
A note for readers
A love ghazal built from the stock images of the form: the lover as a dog at the beloved’s door, the jealous rival, and the beloved’s eyes as a deer among the hyacinths of her lashes and hair. Iraqi spent much of his life as a wandering dervish, and his ghazals move easily between human and divine love. The excerpt gives the first four couplets.
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یک عمر می‌توان سخن از زلف یار گفت
در بند آن مباش که مضمون نمانده است
One could speak for a lifetime of the beloved’s tresses;
do not fret that there are no themes left.
A Lifetime on the Beloved’s Tresses
بلبلی برگ گلی خوش رنگ در منقار داشت
و اندر آن برگ و نوا خوش ناله‌های زار داشت
A nightingale held in its beak a rose petal of lovely colour,
and with that petal and its song it made sweet, piteous laments.
A nightingale held a rose petal
ستاره ای بدرخشید و ماه مجلس شد
دل رمیده ما را رفیق و مونس شد
A star shone out and became the moon of the gathering,
became friend and companion to our startled heart.