Saqi, light up our cup
Hafezحافظ
ساقی به نور باده برافروز جام ما
Saqi, kindle our cup with the light of wine;
مطرب بگو که کار جهان شد به کام ما
minstrel, sing that the world's affairs have gone as we wished.
ما در پیاله عکس رخ یار دیده ایم
We have seen in the goblet the reflection of the beloved's face;
ای بی خبر ز لذت شرب مدام ما
O you who know nothing of the pleasure of our constant drinking!
هرگز نمیرد آن که دلش زنده شد به عشق
He never dies whose heart has been made alive by love;
ثبت است بر جریده عالم دوام ما
our permanence is written in the register of the world.
چندان بود کرشمه و ناز سهی قدان
The airs and graces of the tall ones last only
کاید به جلوه سرو صنوبرخرام ما
until our cypress, who walks like the pine, comes into view.
ای باد اگر به گلشن احباب بگذری
O wind, if you pass through the rose garden of the friends,
زنهار عرضه ده بر جانان پیام ما
take care to offer our message to the beloved.
گو نام ما ز یاد به عمدا چه می بری
Ask: why do you take our name from memory on purpose?
خود آید آن که یاد نیاری ز نام ما
The time will come of itself when you cannot recall our name.
مستی به چشم شاهد دلبند ما خوش است
Drunkenness is lovely in the eye of our captivating darling;
زان رو سپرده اند به مستی زمام ما
that is why our reins have been handed over to intoxication.
ترسم که صرفه ای نبرد روز بازخواست
I fear that on the day of reckoning the shaykh's lawful bread
نان حلال شیخ ز آب حرام ما
will gain no advantage over our forbidden water.
حافظ ز دیده دانه اشکی همی فشان
Hafez, keep scattering the seed of tears from your eyes:
باشد که مرغ وصل کند قصد دام ما
perhaps the bird of union will come towards our snare.
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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.
A star shone out
سحر بلبل حکایت با صبا کرد
که عشق روی گل با ما چهها کرد
At dawn the nightingale told its tale to the east wind:
"See what love for the rose's face has done to us!"