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Ghazal · 14th century

The road of love has no edge

Hafezحافظ

راهی‌ست راه عشق که هیچش کناره نیست

The road of love is a road that has no edge;

آن‌جا جز آن‌که جان بسپارند، چاره نیست

there, nothing will do but to give up one's soul.

هر گه که دل به عشق دهی، خوش دمی بود

Whenever you give your heart to love, it is a happy moment:

در کار خیر، حاجت هیچ استخاره نیست

for a good deed there is no need to consult the omens.

ما را ز منع عقل مترسان و می بیار!

Do not frighten us with reason's prohibitions; bring wine,

کآن شحنه در ولایت ما، هیچ کاره نیست

for that constable has no authority in our province.

از چشم خود بپرس که ما را که می‌کشد؟

Ask your own eye who it is that is killing us;

جانا، گناه طالع و جرم ستاره نیست

beloved, it is not the fault of fortune or the crime of the stars.

او را به چشم پاک، توان دید چون هلال

Only with a pure eye can she be seen, like the new moon;

هر دیده، جای جلوه آن ماه‌پاره نیست

not every eye is a place for that piece of the moon to show herself.

فرصت شمر طریقه رندی که این نشان

Count the way of the rend as a chance you have been given, for this sign,

چون راه گنج، بر همه‌کس، آشکاره نیست

like the road to a treasure, is not plain to everyone.

نگرفت در تو، گریه «حافظ»، به هیچ رو

The weeping of Hafez has made no impression on you at all;

حیران آن دلم که کم از سنگ خاره نیست

I am astonished at a heart that is no softer than hard granite.

Translation
Persiahaus Editors
Source
Draft translation from the Ganjoor text (Qazvini–Ghani edition)

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