The Thought of Your Stature
Bidel Dehlaviبیدل دهلوی
ای خیال قامتت آه ضعیفان را عصا
O you, the thought of whose stature is a staff for the sighs of the weak,
بر رخت نظاره ها را لغزش از جوش صفا
before whose face our gazes slip on the gloss of its purity;
نشئهٔ صدخم شراب از چشم مستت غمزه ای
one glance from your drunken eye holds the intoxication of a hundred jars of wine,
خونبهای صد چمن از جلوه هایت یک ادا
one graceful gesture of yours is the blood-price of a hundred meadows.
A note for readers
The opening couplets of a ghazal in praise of the beloved, typical of Bidel’s way of turning familiar images into paradox: the beloved’s tall stature, usually a cypress, becomes a staff that holds up the lover’s sighs. The blood-price is the compensation owed for a killing; a single gesture of the beloved is worth more than whole gardens.
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یک عمر می‌توان سخن از زلف یار گفت
در بند آن مباش که مضمون نمانده است
One could speak for a lifetime of the beloved’s tresses;
do not fret that there are no themes left.
A Lifetime on the Beloved’s Tresses
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.