Whoever knew the road to the tavern
Hafezحافظ
به کوی میکده هر سالکی که ره دانست
Every wayfarer who knew the road to the tavern's lane
دری دگر زدن اندیشه تبه دانست
knew that knocking at another door was a ruinous thought.
زمانه افسر رندی نداد جز به کسی
Time gave the crown of rendi to no one
که سرفرازی عالم در این کله دانست
but the one who knew that the world's glory lay in this cap.
بر آستانه میخانه هر که یافت رهی
Whoever found a way to the tavern's threshold
ز فیض جام می اسرار خانقه دانست
learned the secrets of the Sufi lodge from the bounty of the cup.
هر آن که راز دو عالم ز خط ساغر خواند
Whoever read the secret of the two worlds in the lines of the goblet
رموز جام جم از نقش خاک ره دانست
learned the mysteries of Jamshid's cup from the prints in the dust of the road.
ورای طاعت دیوانگان ز ما مطلب
Ask nothing of us beyond the obedience of madmen,
که شیخ مذهب ما عاقلی گنه دانست
for the shaykh of our creed held sanity to be a sin.
دلم ز نرگس ساقی امان نخواست به جان
My heart did not ask the saqi's narcissus eye to spare its life,
چرا که شیوه آن ترک دل سیه دانست
for it knew the ways of that black-hearted Turk.
ز جور کوکب طالع ،سحرگهان چشمم
Because of the cruelty of my birth star, at dawn my eyes
چنان گریست که ناهید دید و مه دانست
wept so that Venus saw it and the moon knew.
حدیث حافظ و ساغر که میزند پنهان
The tale of Hafez and the cup he drinks in secret,
چه جای محتسب و شحنه، پادشه دانست
never mind the morals officer and the constable: the king knew it.
بلندمرتبه شاهی که نه رواق سپهر
A king of such high rank that he held the nine porticoes of the sky
نمونهای ز خم طاق بارگه دانست
to be a mere copy of the curve of his court's arch.
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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.