The new moon of the feast
Hafezحافظ
جهان بر ابروی عید از هلال وسمه کشید
The world has darkened the brow of the feast with the new moon, as with eyebrow dye;
هلال عید در ابروی یار باید دید
but the new moon of the feast should be seen in the beloved's brow.
شکسته گشت چو پشت هلال قامت من
My stature has grown bent like the back of the crescent
کمان ابروی یارم چو وسمه بازکشید
since my beloved drew the bow of her eyebrow, dark as dye.
مگر نسیم خطت صبح در چمن بگذشت
Perhaps the breeze of your down passed through the meadow at dawn,
که گل به بوی تو بر تن چو صبح جامه درید
for at your scent the rose, like the dawn, tore the robe from its body.
نبود چنگ و رباب و نبید و عود، که بود
There were no harp or rebab, no wine or lute, when
گل وجود من آغشته گلاب و نبید
the clay of my being was steeped in rosewater and wine.
بیا که با تو بگویم غم ملالت دل
Come, so that I may tell you the sorrow of my weary heart,
چرا که بی تو ندارم مجال گفت و شنید
for without you I have no chance to speak or to listen.
بهای وصل تو گر جان بود خریدارم
If the price of union with you is my soul, I will buy it,
که جنس خوب مبصر به هر چه دید خرید
for a discerning eye buys fine goods at whatever price it sees.
چو ماه روی تو در شام زلف میدیدم
When I saw the moon of your face in the evening of your curl,
شبم به روی تو روشن چو روز میگردید
my night grew bright as day from your face.
به لب رسید مرا جان و برنیامد کام
My soul has come to my lips, and my desire is not fulfilled;
به سر رسید امید و طلب به سر نرسید
my hope has come to its end, and my seeking has not.
ز شوق روی تو حافظ نوشت حرفی چند
In longing for your face Hafez has written a few words;
بخوان ز نظمش و در گوش کن چو مروارید
read from his verse, and hang it in your ear like pearls.
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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.