The Cupbearer Came Out from Behind the Curtain
Fakhr al-Din Iraqiعراقی
از پرده برون آمد، ساقی، قدحی در دست
The cupbearer came out from behind the curtain, a cup in hand;
هم پرده ما بدرید، هم توبه ما بشکست
he tore our veil and broke our vow of repentance.
بنمود رخ زیبا، گشتیم همه شیدا
He showed his lovely face, and we all went mad;
چون هیچ نماند از ما آمد بر ما بنشست
when nothing was left of us, he came and sat with us.
زلفش گرهی بگشاد بند از دل ما برخاست
His curls undid a knot, and the bond lifted from our heart;
جان دل ز جهان برداشت وندر سر زلفش بست
the soul took its heart from the world and tied it to the tip of his curl.
در دام سر زلفش ماندیم همه حیران
In the snare of his curls we were all left bewildered;
وز جام می لعلش گشتیم همه سرمست
from the cup of his ruby wine we all grew drunk.
از دست بشد چون دل در طره او زد چنگ
The heart was lost when it clutched at his lock of hair:
غرقه زند از حیرت در هرچه بیابد دست
a drowning man, in his panic, grabs at whatever he can find.
چون سلسله زلفش بند دل حیران شد
When the chain of his curls bound the bewildered heart,
آزاد شد از عالم وز هستی ما وارست
it was freed from the world, and released from our existence.
A note for readers
The opening of one of Iraqi’s best-known ghazals. The cupbearer who steps out from behind the curtain is beauty showing itself: it tears the lovers’ veil, breaks their repentance, and binds the heart with the very chain that frees it from the world. The excerpt gives six of ten couplets.
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