Will Anyone Show Me Ease?
Khaqaniخاقانی
عافیت، کس نشان دهد؟ ندهد
Will anyone show me the way to ease? No one will.
وز بلا، کس، امان دهد؟ ندهد
Will anyone give me shelter from affliction? No one will.
یک نفس تا که یک نفس بزنم
For one breath, just long enough to draw a breath,
روزگارم زمان دهد؟ ندهد
will time give me a moment? It will not.
در دلم غصه‌ای گره‌گیر است
In my heart a sorrow has tied itself in knots;
چرخ، تسکین آن دهد؟ ندهد
will the turning sky bring it relief? It will not.
کس، برای گره‌گشادن دل
Will anyone, to untie the knot in my heart,
غم‌گساری، نشان دهد؟ ندهد
point me to someone who will share my grief? No one will.
آخر، این بادبان آتش‌بار
And this sail that rains down fire:
بحر غم را کران دهد؟ ندهد
will it ever bring the sea of grief to a shore? It will not.
موج کشتی‌شکاف بیند مرد
When a man sees the waves that split ships apart,
تکیه بر بادبان دهد؟ ندهد
will he put his trust in a sail? He will not.
ز آسمان خواست داد، «خاقانی»
Khaqani asked the heavens for justice;
داد کس، آسمان دهد؟ ندهد
will the heavens give anyone justice? They will not.
A note for readers
A complete short ghazal of complaint in which every couplet ends in the same refrain, nadahad, ‘it will not give’, answering its own question. Complaint against fortune and the turning sky is one of Khaqani’s constant themes.
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