Pure wine and a sweet saqi
Hafezحافظ
شراب بیغش و ساقی خوش دو دام رهند
Pure wine and a sweet saqi are two snares upon the road
که زیرکان جهان از کمندشان نرهند
from whose lasso the clever of the world cannot escape.
من ار چه عاشقم و رند و مست و نامه سیاه
Though I am a lover, a rend, drunk, with a blackened record,
هزار شکر که یاران شهر بیگنهند
a thousand thanks that the friends of this city are without sin!
جفا نه پیشه درویشیست و راهروی
Cruelty is not the trade of the dervish and the wayfarer;
بیار باده که این سالکان نه مرد رهند
bring wine, for these so-called travellers are no men of the road.
مبین حقیر، گدایان عشق را کاین قوم
Do not look down on the beggars of love, for these people
شهان بی کمر و خسروان بی کلهند
are kings without a belt and Khosrows without a crown.
به هوش باش که هنگام باد استغنا
Be mindful, for in the hour when the wind of His self-sufficiency blows,
هزار خرمن طاعت به نیم جو ننهند
a thousand harvests of obedience are not worth half a grain of barley.
مکن که کوکبه دلبری شکسته شود
Do not act so that the procession of the heart-winner is broken,
چو بندگان بگریزند و چاکران بجهند
when the servants flee and the attendants run away.
غلام همت دردی کشان یک رنگم
I serve the aspiration of the drinkers of dregs who are all of one colour,
نه آن گروه که ازرق لباس و دل سیهند
not that crowd in blue robes with black hearts.
قدم منه به خرابات جز به شرط ادب
Do not set foot in the tavern except with courtesy,
که سالکان درش محرمان پادشهند
for the wayfarers at its door are the intimates of the king.
جناب عشق بلند است همتی حافظ
The court of love is high; find some aspiration, Hafez,
که عاشقان، ره بیهمتان به خود ندهند
for lovers will not let the faint-hearted into their company.
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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.