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Toggle stanza 1دلبر بِرَفت و دلشدگان را خبر نکرد
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دلبر بِرَفت و دلشدگان را خبر نکرد
یادِ حریفِ شهر و رفیقِ سفر نکرد
The Heart-Ravisher departed; and hint to those heart-gone made not: Of the companion of the city; and of the friend of the journey, recollection He made not.
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یا بختِ من طریقِ مروت فروگذاشت
یا او به شاهراهِ طریقت گذر نکرد
Either, my fortune abandoned the path of love; Or He, by the highway of Tarikat, journeying made not.
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گفتم مگر به گریه دلش مهربان کنم
چون سخت بود در دلِ سنگش اثر نکرد
I said: “Perchance, by weeping, I may make His heart kind.” Impression on the hard stone, the drops of rain, made not.
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شوخی مکن که مرغِ دلِ بیقرارِ من
سودایِ دامِ عاشقی از سر به درنکرد
Although, through grief, the wing and the feather of my heart became broken, Go out of my head, the crude madness of being a lover it made not.
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هر کس که دید رویِ تو بوسید چشمِ من
کاری که کرد دیدهٔ من، بینظر نکرد
Every one kissed Thy face who saw my eye! Without value, the work that our eye did, it made not.
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من ایستاده تا کُنَمَش جان فدا چو شمع
او خود گذر به ما چو نسیمِ سحر نکرد
I standing, like the candle, to make my life a sacrifice for Him: Like the morning-breeze, passing by me, He made not.
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