Translations
Ghazaliyat by Hafez, in translations by Henry Wilberforce Clarke
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Poems with translations
غزل شمارهٔ 157هر که را با خطِ سبزت سرِ سودا باشد
Desire of passion for Thy fresh down to whomsoever, shall be: Forth from the circle he planteth not his foot, so long as he shall be.
غزل شمارهٔ 158من و انکارِ شراب! این چه حکایت باشد؟
I and refusal of wine! What a tale this is! Doubtless, this degree of reason mine; and sufficient is.
غزل شمارهٔ 159نقدِ صوفی نه همه صافیِ بیغَش باشد
Not all purity without alloy is the coat of the Sufi; O many a Khirka, that is worthy of the fire!
غزل شمارهٔ 160خوش است خلوت اگر یار یارِ من باشد
Pleasant is Khalvat, if my beloved, the Beloved shall be Not if I consume and the candle of assembly, He shall be.
غزل شمارهٔ 161کِی شعر تر انگیزد خاطر که حزین باشد
How a verse exciteth afresh the heart that is sorrowful! A subtlety out of this book, we uttered; and is this very subtlety.
غزل شمارهٔ 162خوش آمد گُل وز آن خوشتر نباشد
Happy came the rose; and more happy than that aught is not. For, in thy hand, save the cup aught is not.
غزل شمارهٔ 163گل بیرخِ یار خوش نباشد
Without the beloved’s face, the rose is not pleasant. Without wine, spring is not pleasant.
غزل شمارهٔ 164نفسِ بادِ صبا مُشکفشان خواهد شد
Musk-diffusing, the breath of the morning breeze shall be: Again the world old young shall be.
غزل شمارهٔ 165مرا مِهر سیَه چشمان ز سر بیرون نخواهد شد
As for me, out of my head, love for those dark of eye will not go: This is the sky’s decree; and other way, it will not be.
غزل شمارهٔ 166روزِ هجران و شبِ فُرقَتِ یار آخر شد
“The day of separation from, and the night of disunion with, the Beloved is ended:” This omen, I cast; the star passed; and the work of grief is ended.
غزل شمارهٔ 167ستارهای بدرخشید و ماهِ مجلس شد
The star gleamed; and the moon of the assembly became: Of our affrighted heart, the consoler and comforter became.
غزل شمارهٔ 168گداخت جان که شود کارِ دل تمام و نشد
That my heart’s work should be ended, my soul melted; and it became not: In this immature wish, I consumed; and it became not.
غزل شمارهٔ 169یاری اندر کس نمیبینیم، یاران را چه شد؟
Friendship in none, I perceive. To friends what hath happened? Friendship ended when? To friends what hath happened?
غزل شمارهٔ 170زاهدِ خلوتنشین، دوش به مِیخانه شد
Last night, to the wine-house, Zahed, sitting in khalwat, went: From the head of his covenant, he departed; and to the head of the cup, went.
غزل شمارهٔ 171دوش از جنابِ آصف، پیکِ بشارت آمد
Last night a messenger of news from His Highness Asaf came. From His Highness Soleiman, the order of joy came.
غزل شمارهٔ 172عشقِ تو نهالِ حیرت آمد
Love for Thee, the plant of perturbation became Union with Thee, the perfection of perturbation became.
غزل شمارهٔ 173در نمازم خَمِ ابرویِ تو با یاد آمد
When, in prayer, to me recollection of the curve of Thy eye-brow came. A state passed that, into lament, the prayer-arch came.
غزل شمارهٔ 174مژده ای دل که دگر بادِ صبا بازآمد
O heart! glad tidings that the morning breeze hath come back, From the quarters of Saba the lap-wing of good news hath come back.
غزل شمارهٔ 175صبا به تهنیتِ پیرِ مِیفروش آمد
For the congratulation of the Pir, wine-seller, the morning-breeze came Saying: “The season of joy, and of pleasure, and of freshness, and of sweet ness is came.”
غزل شمارهٔ 176سَحَرم دولتِ بیدار به بالین آمد
In the morning, to my pillow, vigilant fortune came: Said: Arise! For that thy dear Khosro hath come.
غزل شمارهٔ 177نه هر که چهره برافروخت دلبری داند
Not every beloved one that up-kindleth his face the work of a heart-ravisher knoweth. Not every one who maketh the mirror, the work of a Eskandar knoweth.
غزل شمارهٔ 178هر که شد مَحرمِ دل در حرمِ یار بِمانْد
Whoever became the confidant of his own heart, in the sacred fold of the Beloved remained: He, who knew not this matter, in ignorance remained.
غزل شمارهٔ 179رسید مژده که ایّامِ غم نخواهد ماند
Arrived the glad tidings that grief’s time shall not remain: Like that remained not; like this shall not remain.
غزل شمارهٔ 180ای پستهٔ تو خنده زده بر حدیثِ قند
O thou whose pistachio, laugheth at the tale of candy! I am desirous. For God’s sake, one sweet smile, smile.
غزل شمارهٔ 182حَسْبِ حالی نَنِوِشتی و شد ایّامی چند
Thou wrotest not the account of thy state; and, passed some time: Where a confidant so that to thee, I may send some message?
غزل شمارهٔ 184دوش دیدم که ملائک درِ میخانه زدند
Last night I saw that the angels beat the door of the tavern, The clay of Adam, they shaped and into the mould, they cast.
غزل شمارهٔ 185نقدها را بُوَد آیا که عَیاری گیرند؟
Of coins, is it that they examination take So that, after their own work, all the cloister-holders take?
غزل شمارهٔ 186گر مِیفروش حاجتِ رندان روا کند
If lawful the need of profligates, the wine-seller maketh, His sin, God forgiveth; and, repelling of calamity maketh.
غزل شمارهٔ 187دلا بسوز که سوزِ تو کارها بِکُنَد
O heart! Consume. For deeds thy consuming maketh: The repelling of a hundred calamities, the midnight supplication maketh.
غزل شمارهٔ 188مرا به رندی و عشق، آن فضول عیب کُنَد
For profligacy and love, my censure that foolish one maketh; Who, on the mysteries of men of hidden knowledge, criticism maketh.
غزل شمارهٔ 189طایرِ دولت اگر باز گذاری بِکُنَد
If again passing, the bird of fortune shall make. Again the Beloved shall come; and contentment with union shall make.
غزل شمارهٔ 190کِلکِ مشکین تو روزی که ز ما یاد کند
One day, when recollection of us thy musky reed maketh, It will take reward: Two hundred slaves that free, it maketh_
غزل شمارهٔ 191آن کیست کز رویِ کرم، با ما وفاداری کند
Who is that one, who, by way of manliness, fidelity with me will make; In respect of an ill-doer like me, once a good deed will make?
غزل شمارهٔ 192سروِ چَمانِ من چرا میلِ چمن نمیکند؟
Inclination for the sward, the cypress of my sward, wberefore maketh not? The fellow-companion of the rose, becometh not? Memory of the lily maketh not?
غزل شمارهٔ 193در نظربازیِ ما، بیخبران، حیراناند
Astonished at our glance-playing, those void of vision are: As I appeared so I am; the rest, they know.
غزل شمارهٔ 194سَمَنبویان غبارِ غم چو بنشینند، بنشانند
Those of lily perfume cause grief’s dust to sit when they sit: Patience from the heart, those of Angel-face take when they strive.
غزل شمارهٔ 195غلامِ نرگسِ مستِ تو تاجدارانند
The slave of thy intoxicated eye, crown-possessors are: Undone with the wine of Thy ruby lip, sensible ones are.
غزل شمارهٔ 196آنان که خاک را به نظر کیمیا کنند
Those Mursheds, who, with their glance alchemy of the dust make, At us, eye-cornering, do they make?
غزل شمارهٔ 197شاهدان گر دلبری زین سان کنند
If, in this way, heart-ravishingness, lovely ones make, In the faith of Zaheds, breaches, they will make.
غزل شمارهٔ 198گفتم کِی ام دهان و لبت کامران کنند؟
I said: “Me, prosperous, Thy mouth and lip, when do they make?” He said: “By my eye whatever thou sayest even so do they make.”
غزل شمارهٔ 199واعظان کاین جلوه در محراب و منبر میکنند
The admonishers who, in the prayer-arch and the pulpit, grandeur make, When into their chamber they go, that work of another kind they make.
غزل شمارهٔ 200دانی که چنگ و عود چه تَقریر میکنند؟
Thou knowest what tale that the harp and the lyre make? Secretly drink ye wine that thee precious they may make.