Translations
Ghazaliyat by Hafez, in translations by Henry Wilberforce Clarke
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Poems with translations
غزل شمارهٔ 51لَعْلِ سیرابِ بهخونتشنه، لَبِ یارِ من است
The fresh ruby, thirsty for blood the ruby lip of the Beloved of mine is Yet for seeing Him, life-surrendering the work of mine is.
غزل شمارهٔ 52روزْگاریست که سودایِ بُتان، دینِ من است
‘Tis a time since the passion for idols was my faith: The pain of this work, the joy of the sorrowful heart of mine is.
غزل شمارهٔ 53منم که گوشهٔ میخانه، خانقاهِ من است
Such a one am I that the tavern-corner is the cloister of mine: The prayer from the Pir of Moghan is the morning task of mine.
غزل شمارهٔ 54ز گریه مَردُمِ چشمم نشسته در خون است
From weeping, the pupil of my eye seated in blood is, Behold the state of men in search of Thee, how it is.
غزل شمارهٔ 55خَمِ زلفِ تو دامِ کفر و دین است
The curve of Thy tress is the snare of infidelity and of Faith: This matter is a little from His work-shop.
غزل شمارهٔ 56دل سراپردهٔ محبتِ اوست
The heart is the chamber of love of His: The eye is the mirror-holder of the form of His.
غزل شمارهٔ 57آن سیهچَرده که شیرینیِ عالَم با اوست
This blackish one, all the sweetness of the world is with him. The fair eye, the laughing lip, the joyous heart is with Him.
غزل شمارهٔ 58سرِ ارادتِ ما و آستانِ حضرت دوست
The head of our desire, and the threshold of the Mighty Friend: For, whatever passeth over our head is His will.
غزل شمارهٔ 59دارم امید عاطفتی از جناب دوست
Of a great favor from the threshold of the Friend, hope mine is; A great sin I have done; of His pardon hope mine, is.
غزل شمارهٔ 60آن پیکِ ناموَر که رسید از دیارِ دوست
That envoy, who arrived from the country of the Friend; And brought the amulet of life from the dark writing of the Friend.
غزل شمارهٔ 61صبا اگر گذری اُفتَدَت به کشور دوست
O Breeze! If thy path should chance by the Land of the Friend. Bring a fragrant waft of air from the beperfumed tress of the Friend.
غزل شمارهٔ 62مرحبا ای پیکِ مشتاقان بده پیغامِ دوست
Welcome! O Messenger of the Longing Ones, give the message of the Friend. That, with the essence of pleasure, I may make my soul a sacrifice for the Friend.
غزل شمارهٔ 63رویِ تو کس ندید و هزارت رقیب هست
Thy face, none hath seen; and a thousand watchers are Thine, Still in the rosebud, Thine many a nightingale is.
غزل شمارهٔ 64اگر چه عرض هنر پیشِ یار بیادبیست
Since the presentation of skill before the Beloved disrespect, is The tongue, silent; yet, the mouth full of Arabia is.
غزل شمارهٔ 65خوشتر ز عیش و صحبت و باغ و بهار چیست؟
More pleasant than the pleasure and the enjoyment of the garden and the spring is what? Where is the Said? Say: “The cause of our waiting is what?”
غزل شمارهٔ 66بنال بلبل اگر با مَنَت سرِ یاریست
O nightingale! bewail if, the desire of being a lover with me, thine is. For, we two are, weeping lovers; and our work, weeping is.
غزل شمارهٔ 67یا رب این شمع دلافروز ز کاشانهٔ کیست؟
O Lord! that candle, night-illuminating, from the house of whom is? Our soul hath consumed. Ask ye, saying: “She, the beloved, of whom is?”
غزل شمارهٔ 68ماهم این هفته برون رفت و به چشمم سالیست
From the city, my moon went this week; to my eye a year it is: The state of separation what knowest thou how difficult the state is?
غزل شمارهٔ 70مردم دیدهٔ ما جز به رُخَت ناظر نیست
A gazer, save upon Thy face, the pupil of our eye is not. A remembrancer save of Thee, our overturned heart is not.
غزل شمارهٔ 71زاهِدِ ظاهِرپَرَست از حالِ ما، آگاه نیست
The Zahed, outward worshipper! Of our state, knowledge is none. In respect of us, whatever he saith, room for abhorrence is none.
غزل شمارهٔ 72راهیست راهِ عِشْق که هیچَش کِنارِه نیست
Love’s path is Path whereof the shore is none: And there, unless they surrender their soul, remedy is none.
غزل شمارهٔ 73روشن از پرتوِ رویت نظری نیست که نیست
From the ray of Thy face, luminous a glance is not. that is not: The favor of the dust of Thy door, on an eye is not, that is not.
غزل شمارهٔ 74حاصلِ کارگه کون و مکان این همه نیست
The produce of the workshop of existence and dwelling all this is naught; Bring wine. For the goods of the world all this is naught.
غزل شمارهٔ 76جُز آسْتان تواَم در جَهان، پَناهی نیست
Save Thy threshold, my shelter in the world is none. Save this door, my fortress-place is none.
غزل شمارهٔ 77بُلْبُلی، بَرگِ گُلی خوشرَنْگ در مِنْقار داشت
A nightingale had a rose-leaf, pleasant of hue in his beak, And, on that leaf and pleasant food, bitter lamentation held.
غزل شمارهٔ 78دیدی که یار، جُز سَرِ جور و سِتَم نَداشت
Thou sawest that, save the desire of violence and of tyranny, my beloved aught had not. He shattered the covenant; and, on account of our grief, grief had not.
غزل شمارهٔ 79کُنون که میدَمَد از بوستان، نَسْیمِ بِهِشْت
Now, that the fragrant breeze of Paradise bloweth from the rose garden. I and the wine, joy-giving and the Beloved angel.
غزل شمارهٔ 80عِیبِ رِندان مَکُن ای زاهدِ پاکیزهسِرِشت!
O Zahed, pure of nature! censure not the profligates; For, against thee, they will not record another’s crime.
غزل شمارهٔ 81صُبْحْدَم، مُرْغِ چَمَن با گلِ نوخاسْتِه گُفْت
At dawn, the bird of the sward spake to the rose: “Display less disdain; for, in this garden many a one like thee hath blossomed.”
غزل شمارهٔ 82آن تُرکِ پَری چِهره که دوش اَز بَرِ ما رَفت
That Bold One of Angel-face who, last night, by me passed, What sin saw He that, by way of sin, He passed?
غزل شمارهٔ 83گر ز دستِ زلفِ مُشکینت خطایی رفت رفت
If from the hand of Thy musky tress, a fault passed, it passed: And, if against us from Thy dark mole, an act of tyranny passed, it passed.
غزل شمارهٔ 84ساقی بیار باده که ماهِ صیام رفت
O Saki! bring wine; for the fasting month hath passed. Give the goblet; for the season of name and fame hath passed.
غزل شمارهٔ 85شربتی از لبِ لعلش نچشیدیم و بِرَفت
From His lip of ruby, a draft we tasted not; and He departed: His face, moon of form, we beheld not to our fill; and He departed.
غزل شمارهٔ 86ساقی بیا که یار ز رخ پرده برگرفت
Saki! come; for the true Beloved hath taken up the veil, The work of the lamp of the Khilvatis again kindled.
غزل شمارهٔ 87حُسنت به اتفاقِ ملاحت جهان گرفت
By concord with darkish beauty, the world Thy beauty took. Yes; by concord, the world one can take.
غزل شمارهٔ 88شنیدهام سخنی خوش که پیرِ کنعان گفت
I heard a pleasant speech that the old man of Kan’an uttered: “Separation from the true Beloved maketh not that which can be uttered.”
غزل شمارهٔ 89یا رب سببی ساز که یارم به سلامت
O Lord! devise a means, whereby in safety my Beloved May come back, and release me from the claw of reproach.
غزل شمارهٔ 90ای هدهد صبا به سبا میفرستمت
O lapwing of the east wind! to Saba, I send thee: Behold from where to where, I send thee!
غزل شمارهٔ 91ای غایب از نظر به خدا میسپارمت
O hidden from sight! to God, I entrust, thee. Thou consumedest my soul; yet with heart, friend I hold thee.
غزل شمارهٔ 93چه لطف بود که ناگاه رَشحِهٔ قَلَمَت
What kindness it was when, suddenly, the dropping of thy pen Represented the obligations of our service according to the goodness of thee.
غزل شمارهٔ 94زان یارِ دلنوازم، شُکری است با شکایت
On account of that heart-cherishing beloved, thanks with complaint are mine: If thou be a subtlety-understander of love list well to this tale.
غزل شمارهٔ 95مدامم مست میدارد نسیمِ جَعدِ گیسویت
Ever intoxicated keepeth me the waft of air of the tress-curl of Thine. Momently ruined maketh me the deceit of the eye of sorcery of Thine.
غزل شمارهٔ 99دلِ من در هوایِ روی فرخ
My heart, in desire of the face of Farrukh, Is in confusion like the hair of Farrukh.
غزل شمارهٔ 100دی پیر میفروش که ذکرش به خیر باد
Yesterday, the Pir, the wine-seller whose mention be for good! Said: “Drink wine; and, from recollection, take the heart’s grief.”
غزل شمارهٔ 101شراب و عیش نهان چیست؟ کارِ بیبنیاد
Wine and hidden pleasure, what are they? Baseless work. On the ranks of profligates we dashed. What is fit to be-be!
غزل شمارهٔ 102دوش آگهی ز یارِ سفر کرده داد باد
Last night, the news of the beloved, journey-made, gave the wind: To the wind, I also give my heart. Whatever it be-be.
غزل شمارهٔ 103روز وصلِ دوستداران یاد باد
The day of union of friends remember: Those times, remember, remember!
غزل شمارهٔ 104جمالت آفتابِ هر نظر باد
The sun of every vision, Thy beauty be More beautiful than the beauty, Thy beautiful face be.
غزل شمارهٔ 105صوفی ار باده به اندازه خورَد نوشش باد
If, to limit, the Sufi drink wine to him, sweet may it be! If not, the thought of this work of his, forgotten be!
غزل شمارهٔ 106تَنَت به نازِ طبیبان نیازمند مباد
In need of the physician’s care, thy body be not; Vexed by injury, thy tender existence be not!