Section
می باقی
Poems
غزل شمارهٔ 1بهار تا به گلستان کشید بزم سرود
When spring made of the garden a veritable concert hall, the nightingale’s impassioned songs made buds open their eyes.
غزل شمارهٔ 2حلقه بستند سر تربت من نوحه کران
Around my grave atood in a ring a bevy of fair mourners, all comely, winsome, lily-white.
غزل شمارهٔ 3می تراشد فکر ما هر دم خداوندی دگر
Our thought is constantly engaged in fashioning new gods. Released from one bond, it entangles itself in another.
غزل شمارهٔ 4مرا ز دیدهٔ بینا شکایت دگر است
I have this odd complaint against my seeing eyes: When You unveil Yourself, my sight acts as a veil.
غزل شمارهٔ 5به این بهانه درین بزم محرمی جویم
This is my way of finding in this company a confidant: I sing ghazals and through them I convey the message of my Friend.
غزل شمارهٔ 6خیز و نقاب بر گشا پردگیان ساز را
Arise and waken notes aslumber in the organ’s keys. Teach singing birds fresh tunes.
غزل شمارهٔ 7به ملازمان سلطان خبری دهم ز رازی
Let me tell a secret to the servants of the king: You can make the whole world yours with a moving song.
غزل شمارهٔ 8بیا که ساقی گلچهره دست بر چنگ است
Come, for a saki with a rose-like face is playing on a lute. The air of spring has made the garden look as if it were a painting from Arzhang.
غزل شمارهٔ 9صورت نپرستم من بتخانه شکستم من
I never worshipped forms; I broke the idol house. I am a rushing flood, which bursts all bounds.
غزل شمارهٔ 10هوای فرودین در گلستان میخانه میسازد
The breeze of spring makes of the garden a wine-tavern. It casts buds into jar-shapes, and makes of flowers cups.
غزل شمارهٔ 11از ما بگو سلامی آن ترک تند خو را
Convey my salutation to that fire-eating Turk who set aflame with one glance a city full of longing.
غزل شمارهٔ 12آشنا هر خار را از قصهٔ ما ساختی
You have made every thorn prick us and know our tale. You took us to the wilderness of madness, and let everybody know.
غزل شمارهٔ 13خوش آنکه رخت خرد را به شعلهای می سوخت
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.
غزل شمارهٔ 14بیار باده که گردون بکام ما گردید
Fetch wine, for the heavens have turned in our favour. Songs are germinating like buds from the branches.
غزل شمارهٔ 15تیر و سنان و خنجر و شمشیرم آرزوست
I long for manly weapons – bow, dagger, spear and sword. O, do not come with me, for mine is Shabbir’s way.
غزل شمارهٔ 16دانهٔ سبحه به زنار کشیدن آموز
Learn how to put a rosary bead on the sacred thread, and if your eyes see double, then learn how not to see.
غزل شمارهٔ 17ز خاک خویش طلب آتشی که پیدا نیست
From your own dust elicit the fire that is not yet aflame. It is not worthwhile borrowing the radiance of others.
غزل شمارهٔ 18موج را از سینهٔ دریا گسستن میتوان
A wave can well be severed from the bosom of the sea, and you can well enclose the boundless sea within the channel of your private stream.
غزل شمارهٔ 19صد نالهٔ شبگیری صد صبح بلا خیزی
A hundred nights of wailing, a hundred mornings of travail, a hundred fire-emitting sighs: The product? One poignant verse.
غزل شمارهٔ 20باز به سرمه تاب ده چشم کرشمه زای را
Let surma brighten once again your magic-working eyes, and let my frenzied urge to sing about them be intensified.
غزل شمارهٔ 21فریب کشمکش عقل دیدنی دارد
The intellect’s deceitfulness is worthy of remark: It is the leader of the caravan, yet fond of highway robbery.
غزل شمارهٔ 22حسرت جلوهٔ آن ماه تمامی دارم
O I long for a sight of that full moon. So I stand hand on heart, eyes fixed on a house-top.
غزل شمارهٔ 23به شاخ زندگی ما نمی ز تشنه لبی است
The sap in the tree of our life comes from our thirst. To seek the spring of immortality is to be unadventurous.
غزل شمارهٔ 24فرقی ننهد عاشق در کعبه و بتخانه
A true lover does not differentiate between the Ka‘bah and the idol-house. The one is the Beloved’s privacy, the other His appearing publicly.
غزل شمارهٔ 25بی تو از خواب عدم دیده گشودن نتوان
There is no waking up without You from non-being’s sleep, no being without You, no non-being with You.
غزل شمارهٔ 26این گنبد مینائی این پستی و بالائی
This azure sky, all that is high, all that is low, for all its vastness, is encompassed in the lover’s heart.
غزل شمارهٔ 27هوس منزل لیلی نه تو داری و نه من
Lines Addressed To a Sufi: Neither have I nor you the wish to go to Layla’s house. Neither have I nor you the heart to bear the desert heat.
غزل شمارهٔ 28دلیل منزل شوقم به دامنم آویز
I am a guidepost to the goal of heart’s desire. Adhere to me. Mix with your dust a spark of my pure fire.
غزل شمارهٔ 29در جهان دل ما دور قمر پیدا نیست
In the world of our heart there are no phases of the moon. There is a revolution, but no morning and no evening.
غزل شمارهٔ 30گریهٔ ما بی اثر ناله ما نارساست
Our wailing is without effect, and fruitless are our cries. The gain from all this ardency: A heart whose songs are steeped in blood.
غزل شمارهٔ 31سوز سخن ز نالهٔ مستانهٔ دل است
The fervent quality of verse comes from the heart’s ecstatic cry. This candle is alight thanks to the heart, which is its moth.
غزل شمارهٔ 32سطوت از کوه ستانند و بکاهی بخشند
The majesty is snatched away from mountains and bestowed on leaves of grass. A royal crown is put on the head of a roadside beggar.
غزل شمارهٔ 33نه تو اندر حرم گنجی نه در بتخانه میآیی
You cannot fit into the Harem, nor into the idol-house. But O how eagerly you come to those who seek you eagerly.
غزل شمارهٔ 34تب و تاب بتکدهٔ عجم نرسد به سوز و گداز من
The animation in the idol-temple of ‘Ajam does not match the great ardour of my heart, for with one glance Muhammad of Arabia has conquered the Hijaz that is in me.
غزل شمارهٔ 35مثل آئینه مشو محو جمال دگران
Do not be like a mirror, which is taken up with others’ beauty. Cast away the thought of others from your mind.
غزل شمارهٔ 36جهان عشق نه میری نه سروری داند
No lordship and no mastership does the world of Love know. It is enough that it knows how to serve.
غزل شمارهٔ 37خواجه ئی نیست که چون بنده پرستارش نیست
There is no master who does not adore Him like a slave. There is no slave who, if he were a master, would not bid for Him.
غزل شمارهٔ 38بیا که بلبل شوریده نغمه پرداز است
Come, for the love-mad nightingale is busy singing songs. The tulip-bride is all bewitchery and grace.
غزل شمارهٔ 39خاکیم و تند سیر مثال ستارهایم
We are mere dust, but planet-like we swiftly move, and seek the shore of this blue sea.
غزل شمارهٔ 40عرب از سرشک خونم همه لالهزار بادا
O may Arabia become a tulip-field, thanks to my tears of blood. May Ajam, which has lost its fragrance, find a new spring in my breath!
غزل شمارهٔ 41نظر تو همه تقصیر و خرد کوتاهی
Your seeing is all error, your wisdom all defect. You never will get anywhere except through revelation.
غزل شمارهٔ 42سر خوش از بادهٔ تو خم شکنی نیست که نیست
There is no breaker of wine-jars not merrily drunk with your wine. There is no sweet-tongued poet who has not sucked rapture at your ruby-tinted lips.
غزل شمارهٔ 43اگرچه زیب سرش افسر و کلاهی نیست
Although he does not wear a crown or diadem, the beggar in Your street is no less than a king.
غزل شمارهٔ 44شعله در آغوش دارد عشق بی پروای من
My love in its abandon has a live flame in its arms. My sterile wisdom cannot raise a single spark.
غزل شمارهٔ 45بتان تازه تراشیدهای دریغ از تو
O you have carved new images, Alas! You have not dug into your inner self, Alas!