The Potter in the Bazaar
Omar Khayyamخیام
دی کوزه گری بدیدم اندر بازار
Yesterday I saw a potter in the bazaar
بر پاره گلی لگد همی زد بسیار
stamping hard, again and again, on a lump of clay,
و آن گل بزبان حال با او می‌گفت
and the clay, in its silent tongue, was saying to him,
من همچو تو بوده ام مرا نیکودار
‘I was once just like you: treat me kindly.’
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بلبلی برگ گلی خوش رنگ در منقار داشت
و اندر آن برگ و نوا خوش ناله‌های زار داشت
A nightingale held in its beak a rose petal of lovely colour,
and with that petal and its song it made sweet, piteous laments.
A nightingale held a rose petal
ستاره ای بدرخشید و ماه مجلس شد
دل رمیده ما را رفیق و مونس شد
A star shone out and became the moon of the gathering,
became friend and companion to our startled heart.
A star shone out
سحر بلبل حکایت با صبا کرد
که عشق روی گل با ما چه‌ها کرد
At dawn the nightingale told its tale to the east wind:
"See what love for the rose's face has done to us!"