Whoever keeps the Friend in view
Hafezحافظ
کسی که حسن و خط دوست در نظر دارد
Whoever keeps the Friend's beauty and down before his eyes
محقق است که او حاصل بصر دارد
has surely gained the true harvest of sight.
چو خامه در ره فرمان او، سر طاعت
Like the pen on the path of his command, we have laid down
نهادهایم مگر او به تیغ بردارد
our head in obedience, unless he lifts it off with the sword.
کسی به وصل تو چون شمع یافت پروانه
Only he found union with you, as the moth does with the candle,
که زیر تیغ تو هر دم سری دگر دارد
who, like the candle, grows a new head every moment beneath your blade.
به پایبوس تو دست کسی رسید که او
Only his hand reached your feet to kiss them
چو آستانه بدین در، همیشه سر دارد
who, like the threshold, keeps his head always at this door.
ز زهد خشک ملولم، کجاست باده ناب؟
I am weary of dry asceticism; where is pure wine?
که بوی باده مدامم دماغ تر دارد
For the scent of wine keeps my mind ever fresh.
ز باده هیچت اگر نیست، این نه بس که تو را
Even if wine gives you nothing else, is it not enough
دمی ز وسوسه عقل بیخبر دارد؟
that for a moment it frees you from the whispering of reason?
کسی که از ره تقوا قدم برون ننهاد
The one who never set a foot outside the road of piety
به عزم میکده اکنون ره سفر دارد
is now packing for a journey, bound for the tavern.
دل شکسته حافظ به خاک خواهد برد
The broken heart of Hafez will carry into the dust
چو لاله، داغ هوایی، که بر جگر دارد
the brand of longing it bears within, like the tulip.
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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.