She has carried off my calm
Hafezحافظ
ببرد از من قرار و طاقت و هوش
She has carried off my calm, my strength and my senses,
بت سنگین‌دل سیمین بناگوش
that stone-hearted idol with silver at her ear.
نگاری چابکی شنگی کله‌دار
A nimble, playful beauty with a jaunty cap,
ظریفی مه‌وشی ترکی قباپوش
a graceful, moon-like Turk in a close-fitting robe.
ز تاب آتش سودای عشقش
From the heat of the fire of my passion for her
به سان دیگ دایم می‌زنم جوش
I am always boiling over like a pot.
چو پیراهن شوم آسوده‌خاطر
Like her shirt I would be at ease,
گرش همچون قبا گیرم در آغوش
if I could hold her close, as her robe does.
اگر پوسیده گردد استخوانم
Even if my bones should crumble to dust,
نگردد مهرت از جانم فراموش
love of you will not be forgotten by my soul.
دل و دینم، دل و دینم ببرده‌ست
My heart and faith, my heart and faith have been carried off
بر و دوشش، بر و دوشش، بر و دوش
by her breast and shoulders, her breast and shoulders, breast and shoulders.
دوای تو، دوای توست حافظ
Your cure, Hafez, your one cure is
لب نوشش، لب نوشش، لب نوش
her honeyed lip, her honeyed lip, honeyed lip.
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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.