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صداکار افسر آریا کی آڈیوز میں حافظ کی کتاب غزلیات
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غزل شمارهٔ 131بیا که تُرکِ فلک خوانِ روزه غارت کرد
Come; for plunder of the tray of fasting, the Turk of the sky hath made: Hint at the circulation of the cup, the new crescent moon hath made.
غزل شمارهٔ 132به آبِ روشنِ می، عارفی طهارت کرد
With the luminous liquid of wine, an Aref purification made, Early in the morning when, to the wine-house, visit he made.
غزل شمارهٔ 133صوفی نَهاد دام و سَرِ حُقِّه، باز کَرْد
The Sufi laid the snare; and open, the cover of his box, made. With the sky sorcery-playing, the structure of deceit, he made.
غزل شمارهٔ 134بلبلی خونِ دلی خورد و گلی حاصل کرد
A nightingale drank the blood of the liver, and gained a rose: With a hundred thorns, perturbed his heart, the wind of, envy made.
غزل شمارهٔ 135چو باد، عزمِ سرِ کویِ یار خواهم کرد
Like the wind, resolution of the head of the Beloved’s street, I will make: By His pleasant perfume, my own breath, musk-raining, I will make.
غزل شمارهٔ 136دست در حلقهٔ آن زلفِ دوتا نتوان کرد
Into the curve of that doubled tress, the hand one cannot put: Reliance on Thy covenant and the morning breeze, one cannot make.
غزل شمارهٔ 137دل از من بُرد و روی از من نهان کرد
My heart from me, He took; concealed from me, His face, Lie made: For God’s sake! with whom can this sport be made?
غزل شمارهٔ 139رو بر رَهَش نهادم و بر من گذر نکرد
On her path, I laid my face; and by me passing, she made not. I hoped for a hundred kindnesses; yet one glance, she made not.
غزل شمارهٔ 142دوستان دخترِ رَز توبه ز مستوری کرد
Friends! repentance of veiledness, the daughter of the vine made: To the Mohtaseb she went; and by permission the work made.
غزل شمارهٔ 144به سِرِّ جامِ جم آنگه نظر توانی کرد
At the head of Jamshid’s cup, at that time thy glance, thou canst make, When the dust of the wine-house, the collyrium of thy eye, thou canst make.
غزل شمارهٔ 145چه مستی است؟ ندانم که رو به ما آورد
I know not what is the intoxication that to us its face hath brought: Who is the cup-bearer? This wine, whence hath he brought?
غزل شمارهٔ 147نسیمِ بادِ صبا دوشم آگهی آورد
Last night, news to me the messenger of the morning wind brought, Saying: “To shortness, its face, the day of labor and of grief hath brought.”
غزل شمارهٔ 148یارم چو قدحْ به دست گیرد
When my Beloved the wine-cup in hand taketh, The market of idols, disaster taketh.
غزل شمارهٔ 150ساقی ار باده از این دست به جام اندازد
If the Saki the wine into the cup, in this way cast All the Arefs into ever drinking, He will cast.
غزل شمارهٔ 151دَمی با غم به سر بردن، جهان یک سر نمیارزد
A world altogether, to pass life a single moment in grief is not worth: For wine, sell our ragged religious garment; for more than this it is not worth.
غزل شمارهٔ 153سحر چون خسرو خاور، عَلَم بر کوهساران زد
In the morning when, his standard on the mountainous lands, the Khosro of the east pitched, With the hand of mercy, the door of hopeful ones, my beloved beat;
غزل شمارهٔ 154راهی بزن که آهی بر سازِ آن توان زد
Play a note, at the melody whereof, a great sigh, one can cast: Utter a verse, whereby the heavy cup of wine one can cast.
غزل شمارهٔ 155اگر روم ز پِیاش فتنهها برانگیزد
If after Him, I go, He up stirreth calamity: And if I sit from search, in wrath, He ariseth.
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 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 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 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 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 181بعد از این دستِ من و دامنِ آن سروِ بلند
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 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 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 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.”