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غزل شمارهٔ 53–منم 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 54–ز 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 55–خَمِ 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 56–دل 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 57–آن 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 58–سرِ 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 59–دارم 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 60–آن 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 61–صبا 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 62–مرحبا 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 63–رویِ 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 64–اگر 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 65–خوش‌تر 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 66–بنال 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 67–یا 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 72–راهی‌ست 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 77–بُلْبُلی، 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 80–عِیبِ 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 178–هر 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 199–واعظان 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 231–گفتم غمِ تو دارم گفتا غمَت سرآید

غزل شمارهٔ 369–ما زِ یاران چَشمِ یاری داشتیم

غزل شمارهٔ 397–ز در در آ و شبستان ما منور کن

غزل شمارهٔ 493–اِی پادِشَهِ خوبان، داد از غَمِ تَنْهایی