Who will speak again
Hafezحافظ
حال خونین دلان که گوید باز؟
Who will speak again of the state of those whose hearts are bleeding?
وز فلک خون خم که جوید باز؟
And who will demand again from the heavens the blood of the wine-jar?
شرمش از چشم می پرستان باد
Let the drunken narcissus be ashamed before the eyes of the wine-worshippers,
نرگس مست اگر بروید باز
if it should ever bloom again.
جز فلاطون خم نشین شراب
Who but the wine, that Plato sitting in the jar,
سر حکمت به ما که گوید باز؟
will tell us again the secret of wisdom?
هر که چون لاله کاسه گردان شد
Whoever, like the tulip, has passed the cup around
زین جفا رخ به خون بشوید باز
will wash his face in blood again for this cruelty.
نگشاید دلم چو غنچه اگر
My heart will not open like a rosebud
ساغری از لبش نبوید باز
unless it catches again the scent of a cup from her lips.
بس که در پرده چنگ گفت سخن
The harp has spoken so much behind the veil:
ببرش موی تا نموید باز
cut its strings of hair, so it will not wail again.
گرد بیت الحرام خم حافظ
Around the sacred house of the wine-jar Hafez,
گر نمیرد به سر بپوید باز
if he does not die, will run again upon his head.
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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.