Remember the one who left
Hafezحافظ
یاد باد آن که ز ما وقت سفر یاد نکرد
May the one be remembered who, setting out, did not remember us,
به وداعی دل غمدیده ما شاد نکرد
and did not gladden our grief-worn heart with a farewell.
آن جوانبخت که میزد رقم خیر و قبول
That young one of happy fortune who wrote the marks of grace and favour,
بنده پیر ندانم ز چه آزاد نکرد
I do not know why he did not set his old servant free.
کاغذین جامه به خونآب بشویم که فلک
I will wash my paper robe in tears of blood, for the heavens
رهنمونیم به پای علم داد نکرد
did not guide me to the foot of the banner of justice.
دل به امید صدایی که مگر در تو رسد
In hope of an echo that might somehow reach you, my heart
نالهها کرد در این کوه که فرهاد نکرد
has wailed in these mountains as Farhad never did.
سایه تا بازگرفتی ز چمن مرغ سحر
Since you withdrew your shade from the meadow, the bird of dawn
آشیان در شکن طره شمشاد نکرد
has not made its nest in the folds of the boxwood's tresses.
شاید ار پیک صبا، از تو بیاموزد کار
It would be fitting if the messenger breeze learned its work from you,
زآن که چالاکتر از این حرکت، باد نکرد
for the wind has never moved more nimbly than this.
کلک مشاطه صنعش نکشد نقش مراد
The pen of creation's adorner will not draw the picture of desire
هر که اقرار بدین حسن خداداد نکرد
for whoever has not acknowledged this God-given beauty.
مطربا! پرده بگردان و بزن راه عراق
Minstrel, change the mode and play the road of Iraq,
که بدین راه بشد یار و ز ما یاد نکرد
for by this road the beloved went, and did not remember us.
غزلیات عراقیست سرود حافظ
The songs of Hafez are ghazals of Iraq;
که شنید این ره دلسوز که فریاد نکرد؟
who has heard this heart-burning tune and not cried out?
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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.