The Mother of Wine
Rudakiرودکی
مادر می را بکرد باید قربان
The mother of wine must be made a sacrifice,
بچه او را گرفت و کرد به زندان
and her child taken from her and put in prison.
بچه او را ازو گرفت ندانی
But you cannot take her child away from her
تاش نکوبی نخست و زو نکشی جان
unless you first crush her and draw the life from her.
جز که نباشد حلال دور بکردن
Yet it is not lawful to part
بچه کوچک ز شیر مادر و پستان
a little child from its mother's milk and breast
تا نخورد شیر هفت مه به تمامی
until it has drunk her milk for seven whole months,
از سر اردیبهشت تا بن آبان
from the start of Ordibehesht to the end of Aban.
آنگه شاید ز روی دین و ره داد
Only then is it right, by faith and by justice,
بچه به زندان تنگ و مادر قربان
to put the child in a narrow prison, and sacrifice the mother.
A note for readers
The opening of Rudaki's longest surviving poem, a qasida of more than ninety couplets on Ganjoor. The 'mother' is the vine and her 'child' the grape: the poem follows the wine from the harvest into the jar, where it seethes and settles until it glows like ruby, then moves to a royal feast and the praise of Abu Ja'far Ahmad ibn Muhammad, ruler of Sistan. Ordibehesht and Aban are the second and eighth months of the Persian year, from spring to autumn.
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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.