غزل شمارهٔ 316

Poet: Hafez

Metre: فعلاتن فعلاتن فعلاتن فعلن (رمل مثمن مخبون محذوف)

Rhyme: ادم

Poems with the same metre and rhyme: 4

Poetic form: Ghazal

English translation: Clarke
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زُلف بَر باد مَده تا نَدَهی بَر بادَم
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زُلف بَر باد مَده تا نَدَهی بَر بادَم
ناز بُنیاد مَکُن تا نَکَنی بُنیادَم

So that me, to the wind of destruction thou give not, to the dishevelling breeze, thy tress give not: So that my foundation of life, thou take not, the foundation of disdain, establish not.

2
مِی مَخور با هَمه کَس تا نَخورَم خونِ جِگَر
سَر مَکِش تا نَکِشَد سَر به فَلَک فَریادَم

So that (in affliction) the blood of my liver, I drink not, with others, wine drink not : So that its head to the sky, my plaint draw not, thy head withdraw not.

3
زُلف را حَلقه مَکُن تا نَکُنی دَر بَندَم
طُرّه را تاب مَده تا نَدَهی بَر بادَم

So that me, in bonds, thou put not thy tress becurl not : So that me, to the wind (of destruction) thou give not, lustre to thy face give not.

4
یارِ بیگانه مَشو تا نَبَری از خویشم
غَمِ اَغیار مَخور تا نَکُنی ناشادَم

So that me, from thyself thou take not the friend of the stranger be not : So that me, unhappy thou make not grief for strangers suffer not.

5
رُخ بَراَفروز که فارغ کُنی اَز بَرگِ گُلم
قَد بَراَفراز که اَز سَروْ کُنی آزادَم

So that me, independent of the rose-leaf (perfume) thou mayst make, thy face illumine : So that me, free of the (lofty) cypress, thou mayst make, thy stature exalt.

6
شَمعِ هَر جَمع مَشو وَر نَه بِسوزی ما را
یادِ هَر قوم مَکُن تا نَرَوی اَز یادَم

So that me, thou mayst not consume, the candle of every assembly be not : So that from my remembrance, thou pass not, every tribe remember not.

7
شُهرهٔ شَهر مَشو تا نَنَهَم سَر دَر کوه
شورِ شیرین مَنَما تا نَکُنی فَرهادَم

So that my head (in perturbation) in desire for (the solitude of) the mountain thou put not, the notoriety of the city be not: So that me, Farhad, thou make not, the disdain of Shirin display not.

8
رَحم کُن بَر مَنِ مِسکین و بِه فَریادَم رَس
تا به خاکِ دَرِ آصِف نَرِسَد فَریادَم

On me, miserable, show pity ; and to my plaint, arrive : So that, to the dust of the door of Asaf, my plaint reach not.

9
حافظ از جورِ تو حاشا که بِگَرداند روی
مَن اَز آن روز که دَر بَندِ توام آزادَم

Of thy tyranny, God forbid that Hafiz should, one day, complain : From this day when, in thy bond, I am, free I am.

Zameen

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Persian text source: Ganjoor

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