This fresh, laughing rose
Hafezحافظ
یا رب این نوگل خندان که سپردی به منش
O Lord, this fresh and laughing rose that you entrusted to me,
میسپارم به تو از چشم حسود چمنش
I entrust to you, against the envious eyes of the meadow.
گرچه از کوی وفا گشت به صد مرحله دور
Though he has gone a hundred stages from the lane of faithfulness,
دور باد آفت دور فلک از جان و تنش
may the harm of the turning sky stay far from his soul and body.
گر به سرمنزل سلمی رسی ای باد صبا
If you reach Salma's dwelling, O morning breeze,
چشم دارم که سلامی برسانی ز منش
I hope you will carry a greeting to her from me.
به ادب نافه گشایی کن از آن زلف سیاه
With courtesy, loosen the musk-pod of that black curl:
جای دلهای عزیز است به هم بر مزنش
it is the home of dear hearts; do not throw it into disorder.
گو دلم حق وفا با خط و خالت دارد
Tell her: my heart has a claim of faithfulness on your down and your mole;
محترم دار در آن طره عنبرشکنش
hold it in honour within that ambergris-twisting lock.
در مقامی که به یاد لب او می نوشند
In the place where they drink wine to the memory of her lips,
سفله آن مست، که باشد خبر از خویشتنش
base is the drunkard who is still aware of himself.
عرض و مال از در میخانه نشاید اندوخت
Honour and wealth cannot be stored up at the tavern door;
هر که این آب خورد رخت به دریا فکنش
whoever drinks this water throws his belongings into the sea.
هر که ترسد ز ملال انده عشقش نه حلال
Whoever fears weariness, the sorrow of love is not lawful to him:
سر ما و قدمش یا لب ما و دهنش
either my head at her feet, or my lips upon her mouth.
شعر حافظ همه بیت الغزل معرفت است
Hafez's poetry is all the finest verses of knowing;
آفرین بر نفس دلکش و لطف سخنش
praise be to his captivating breath and the grace of his words.
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مرغی دیدم نشسته بر باره طوس
در پیش نهاده کله کیکاووس
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.