Your curl bound a thousand hearts
Hafezحافظ
زلفت هزار دل به یکی تار مو ببست
Your curl bound a thousand hearts with a single strand of hair;
راه هزار چارهگر از چارسو ببست
it closed the road of a thousand healers on all four sides.
تا عاشقان به بوی نسیمش دهند جان
So that lovers might give up their lives for the scent of its breeze,
بگشود نافهای و در آرزو ببست
it opened a musk-pod and closed the door of hope.
شیدا از آن شدم که نگارم چو ماه نو
I went mad because my lovely one, like the new moon,
ابرو نمود و جلوهگری کرد و رو ببست
showed her eyebrow, showed herself off, and veiled her face.
ساقی به چند رنگ، می اندر پیاله ریخت
The saqi poured wine into the cup in many colours;
این نقشها نگر که چه خوش در کدو ببست
see these pictures, how beautifully he sealed them in the gourd.
یا رب چه غمزه کرد صراحی که خون خم
O Lord, what glance did the flask give, that the jar's blood
با نعرههای قلقلش اندر گلو ببست
was stopped in its throat in the middle of its gurgling cries?
مطرب چه پرده ساخت که در پرده سماع
What mode did the minstrel play, that within the veil of the sama
بر اهل وجد و حال، در هایوهو ببست
he closed the door of shouting on the people of ecstasy?
حافظ! هر آن که عشق نورزید و وصل خواست
Hafez, whoever did not practise love yet wished for union
احرام طوف کعبه دل، بیوضو ببست
put on the pilgrim's robe to circle the Kaaba of the heart without ablution.
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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.