When We Turned from a Door
Vahshi Bafqiوحشی بافقی
ما چون ز دری پای کشیدیم کشیدیم
When we have drawn our foot back from a door, we have drawn it back;
امید ز هر کس که بریدیم، بریدیم
when we have cut off hope of anyone, we have cut it off.
دل نیست کبوتر که چو برخاست نشیند
The heart is not a pigeon that, once it rises, settles again
از گوشهٔ بامی که پریدیم، پریدیم
on the corner of a roof from which we have flown: we have flown.
رم دادن صید خود از آغاز غلط بود
To startle your own prey was a mistake from the start;
حالا که رماندی و رمیدیم، رمیدیم
now that you have startled it and we have fled, we have fled.
کوی تو که باغ ارم روضهٔ خلد است
Your street, which is the garden of Iram and the meadow of paradise:
انگار که دیدیم ندیدیم، ندیدیم
imagine that we saw it and did not see it; we did not see it.
سد باغ بهار است و صلای گل و گلشن
There are a hundred gardens of spring, and the call of roses and flowerbeds:
گر میوهٔ یک باغ نچیدیم، نچیدیم
if we did not pick the fruit of one garden, we did not pick it.
سرتا به قدم تیغ دعاییم و تو غافل
From head to foot we are a sword of prayer, and you are heedless;
هان واقف دم باش رسیدیم، رسیدیم
beware, be mindful of the moment: we have come, we have come.
وحشی سبب دوری و این قسم سخنها
Vahshi, the reason for this distance, and words of this kind:
آن نیست که ما هم نشنیدیم، شنیدیم
it is not that we have not heard them too; we have heard.
A note for readers
A complete ghazal in which the rejected lover declares, with wounded pride, that he will not come back. Each couplet ends by repeating its verb, which gives the poem its stubborn tone. Vahshi was a leading poet of the ‘school of incident’ (maktab-e voqu'), which brought the plain speech of real lovers’ quarrels into the ghazal.
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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.