The rose of pleasure is blooming
Hafezحافظ
گلبن عیش می‌دمد ساقی گل‌عذار کو؟
The rose bush of pleasure is blooming: where is the rose-cheeked saqi?
باد بهار می‌وزد باده خوش‌گوار کو؟
The spring wind is blowing: where is the pleasant wine?
هر گل نو ز گل‌رخی یاد همی کند ولی
Every new rose brings back the memory of a rose-faced one, but
گوش سخن‌شنو کجا؟ دیده اعتبار کو؟
where is the ear that listens, where is the eye that learns?
مجلس بزم عیش را غالیه مراد نیست
The feast of pleasure has no perfume to its liking;
ای دم صبح خوش‌نفس نافه زلف یار کو؟
O sweet-breathed breath of dawn, where is the musk of the beloved's curl?
حسن‌فروشی گلم نیست تحمل ای صبا
I cannot bear the rose's display of beauty, O breeze;
دست زدم به خون دل بهر خدا نگار کو؟
I have dipped my hands in my heart's blood: for God's sake, where is my painted one?
شمع سحرگهی اگر لاف ز عارض تو زد
If the candle of dawn boasted that it matched your cheek,
خصم زبان دراز شد خنجر آبدار کو؟
the rival has grown long-tongued: where is a tempered blade?
گفت «مگر ز لعل من بوسه نداری آرزو؟»
She said, "Do you not long for a kiss from my ruby lip?"
مردم از این هوس ولی قدرت و اختیار کو؟
I died of that longing, but where is the power, where the choice?
حافظ اگر چه در سخن خازن گنج حکمت است
Though Hafez in speech is keeper of the treasure of wisdom,
از غم روزگار دون، طبع سخن‌گزار کو؟
with the grief of this mean world, where is the mood for verse?
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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.