The daughter of the vine
Hafezحافظ
دوستان دختر رز توبه ز مستوری کرد
Friends, the daughter of the vine has repented of keeping veiled;
شد سوی محتسب و کار به دستوری کرد
she went to the muhtasib and did the work with his permission.
آمد از پرده به مجلس عرقش پاک کنید
She has come from behind the curtain into the gathering; wipe away her sweat,
تا نگویند حریفان که چرا دوری کرد
so the companions will not ask why she stayed away.
مژدگانی بده ای دل که دگر مطرب عشق
Give the good news, O heart, for once again love's minstrel
راه مستانه زد و چاره مخموری کرد
has played a drunken tune and found a cure for the hangover.
نه به هفت آب، که رنگش به صد آتش نرود
Not seven waters, nor even a hundred fires, will remove the colour
آن چه با خرقه زاهد، می انگوری کرد
that the wine of the grape has left on the zahid's cloak.
غنچه گلبن وصلم ز نسیمش بشکفت
The bud on the rosebush of my union blossomed in its breeze;
مرغ خوشخوان طرب از برگ گل سوری کرد
the sweet-singing bird made merry with the petal of the red rose.
حافظ افتادگی از دست مده زان که حسود
Hafez, do not let go of humility, for the envious one
عرض و مال و دل و دین در سر مغروری کرد
lost honour, wealth, heart and faith through his pride.
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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.