Our eyes look only on your face
Hafezحافظ
مردم دیده ما جز به رخت ناظر نیست
The pupil of our eye looks on nothing but your face;
دل سرگشته ما غیر تو را ذاکر نیست
our bewildered heart calls to mind no one but you.
اشکم احرام طواف حرمت میبندد
My tears put on the pilgrim's robe to circle your sanctuary,
گرچه از خون دل ریش دمی طاهر نیست
though from the blood of my wounded heart they are never for a moment pure.
بسته دام و قفس باد چو مرغ وحشی
Let it be bound in snare and cage like a wild bird,
طایر سدره اگر در طلبت طایر نیست
the bird of the Lote-tree of heaven, if it does not fly in search of you.
عاشق مفلس اگر قلب دلش کرد نثار
If the penniless lover scattered the counterfeit coin of his heart,
مکنش عیب که بر نقد روان قادر نیست
do not blame him, for he has no power over ready cash.
عاقبت دست بدان سرو بلندش برسد
In the end his hand will reach that tall cypress of yours,
هر که را در طلبت همت او قاصر نیست
whoever does not fall short in resolve while seeking you.
از روان بخشی عیسی نزنم دم هرگز
I will never speak of the life-giving breath of Jesus,
زان که در روح فزایی چو لبت ماهر نیست
for he is not as skilled as your lip in giving life to the spirit.
من که در آتش سودای تو آهی نزنم
I, who do not even sigh in the fire of my passion for you,
کی توان گفت که بر داغ، دلم صابر نیست
how can anyone say my heart cannot bear the brand?
روز اول که سر زلف تو دیدم گفتم
On the first day I saw the tip of your curl, I said
که پریشانی این سلسله را آخر نیست
that the tangle of this chain will have no end.
سر پیوند تو تنها نه دل حافظ راست
The wish to be joined with you is not in Hafez's heart alone:
کیست آن کش سر پیوند تو در خاطر نیست
who is there whose mind does not hold the wish to be joined with you?
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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.