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Ghazal · 14th century

Your image will never leave my heart

Hafezحافظ

هرگزم نقش تو از لوح دل و جان نرود

Never will your image leave the tablet of my heart and soul;

هرگز از یاد من آن سرو خرامان نرود

never will that swaying cypress leave my memory.

از دماغ من سرگشته خیال دهنت

From my bewildered head the thought of your mouth

به جفای فلک و غصه دوران نرود

will not leave for all heaven's cruelty and the sorrows of the age.

در ازل بست دلم با سر زلفت پیوند

In eternity my heart made its bond with the tip of your curl;

تا ابد سر نکشد، وز سر پیمان نرود

to eternity it will not turn away or break its pledge.

هر چه جز بار غمت بر دل مسکین من است

Whatever lies on my poor heart, except the burden of your grief,

برود از دل من وز دل من آن نرود

will leave my heart; but that will never leave.

آن چنان مهر توام در دل و جان جای گرفت

Your love has made its home so deep in my heart and soul

که اگر سر برود، از دل و از جان نرود

that if my head should go, it will not leave my heart and soul.

گر رود از پی خوبان دل من معذور است

If my heart runs after the fair ones, it may be forgiven;

درد دارد چه کند کز پی درمان نرود

it has a pain: how could it not go after the cure?

هر که خواهد که چو حافظ نشود سرگردان

Whoever does not wish to become bewildered like Hafez,

دل به خوبان ندهد وز پی ایشان نرود

let him not give his heart to the fair, nor run after them.

Translation
Persiahaus Editors
Source
Draft translation from the Ganjoor text (Qazvini–Ghani edition)

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