Ghazal No. 13
غزل شمارهٔ 13
Poet: Allama Iqbal
Metre: مفاعلن فعلاتن مفاعلن فعلن (مجتث مثمن مخبون محذوف)
Rhyme: وخت
Poetic form: Ghazal, Qasida, or Qit‘a
Toggle stanza 1خوش آنکه رخت خرد را به شعلهای می سوخت
خوش آنکه رخت خرد را به شعلهای می سوخت
مثال لاله متاعی ز آتشی اندوخت
Happy the man who burned with flames of wine his intellectual goods. He gained a new thing from the flames, rich like the tulip’s fiery hue.
تو هم ز ساغر می چهره را گلستان کن
بهار خرقه فروشی به صوفیان آموخت
Come you; too, give your face a vernal freshness with a cup of wine, for spring makes pious Sufis sell their garments for that stuff.
دلم تپید ز محرومی فقیه حرم
که پیر میکده جامی به فتوئی نفروخت
I felt great pity for the jurist, when I heard the taverner refused to buy of him a legal ruling for a cup of wine.
مسنج قدر سرود از نوای بی اثرم
ز برق نغمه توان حاصل سکندر سوخت
Do not judge music by my ineffectual songs. A lightening flash of it can burn an Alexander’s whole domain.
صبا به گلشن ویمر سلام ما برسان
که چشم نکته وران خاک آن دیار افروخت
O morning breeze, convey my greetings to the happy Weimar town. The light that radiated from it has illumined many sages’ minds. (Weimar: German town where Goethe spent most part of his life.)
Sources
Persian text source: Ganjoor