غزل شمارهٔ 2845

Poet: Rumi

Poems with the same metre and rhyme: 1

Poetic form: Ghazal

English translation: Arberry

بت من به طعنه گوید چه میان ره فتادی

صنما چرا نیفتم ز چنان میی که دادی

My idol scolds, saying, “Why have you fallen in the middle of the road?” Idol, why should I not fall from such a wine as you have given me?

صنما چنان فتادم که به حشر هم نخیزم

چو چنان قدح گرفتی سر مشک را گشادی

Idol, I fell in suchwise that even at the resurrection I shall not rise, when you held such a cup and uncovered such a flask.

شده‌ام خراب لیکن قدری وقوف دارم

که سرم تو برگرفتی به کنار خود نهادی

I am dissolute, yet I have a little understanding, for you took up my head and placed it in your bosom.

صنما ز چشم مستت که شرابدار عشق است

بدهی می و قدح نی چه عظیم اوستادی

Idol, from your drunken eye which is the wine-holder of love, you give wine without a cup—what a mighty master you are!

کرم تو است این هم که شراب برد عقلم

که اگر به عقل بودی شکافدی ز شادی

It is of your generosity, too, that the wine has swept away my reason, for if it still kept its reason, it should burst with happiness.

قدحی به من بدادی که همی‌زنم دو دستک

که به یک قدح برستم ز هزار بی‌مرادی

You gave me a bowl so that I am clapping my hands, for with one cup I escaped from one thousand undesirable things.

به دو چشم شوخ مستت که طرب بزاد از وی

که تو روح اولینی و ز هیچ کس نزادی

By your two ravishing drunken eyes from which joy was born, you are the primal spirit, for you were not born of any man.

Zameen

Poems with the Same Metre and Rhyme

بت من ز در درآمد به مبارکی و شادی

به مراد دل رسیدم به جهان بی‌مرادی

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Persian text source: Ganjoor

Audio source: Ganjoor