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صداکار فریبا علومی یزدی کی آڈیوز میں حافظ کی کتاب غزلیات
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غزل شمارهٔ 43صَحنِ بُستان ذوقبخش و صحبتِ یاران خوش است
The court of the garden is joy-giving; and the society of friends, pleasant; Pleasant, be the time of the rose, whereby the time of wine-drinkers is pleasant.
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 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 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 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 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 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!
غزل شمارهٔ 111عکسِ رویِ تو چو در آینهٔ جام افتاد
When, into the mirror of the cup, the reflection of Thy face fell, From the laughter of wine, into the crude desire of the cup, the Aref fell.
غزل شمارهٔ 117دل ما به دور رویت ز چمن فَراغ دارد
At the time of His face, retirement from the sward, our heart hath: For, like the cypress, foot-binding it is; and like the tulip, stain it hath.
غزل شمارهٔ 121هر آن کاو خاطِرِ مَجموع و یارِ نازنین دارد
Every one, who, his heart collected and the beloved acceptable hath, Happiness became his fellow-companion; and fortune, his fellow-sitter, he hath.
غزل شمارهٔ 122هر آنکه جانِبِ اَهْلِ خُدا نگه دارد
Every one, who regardeth the people of fidelity, Him, in every state, from calamity God preserveth.
غزل شمارهٔ 123مطربِ عشق عجب ساز و نوایی دارد
Wonderful harmony and great melody, my minstrel of love hath: Every picture of the hidden that he striketh, path to place hath.
غزل شمارهٔ 125شاهد آن نیست که موییّ و میانی دارد
That one is not the beloved, who hath a hair and a waist: Be the slave of the form of that one who, ravishingness to the highest degree, hath.
غزل شمارهٔ 128نیست دَر شهر نگاری که دلِ ما بِبَرَد
In this city is no idol that, our heart, taketh: If fortune be my friend, hence my chattels, it taketh.
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 138یاد باد آن که ز ما وقتِ سفر یاد نکرد
Memory be of that one, who, at the time of journeying memory of us made not: Who, by farewell, joyous our grief-stricken heart made not.
غزل شمارهٔ 141دیدی ای دل که غمِ عشق دگربار چه کرد؟
O heart! the grief of love, again, thou sawest what it did, When the heart-ravisher went; and with the beloved, fidelity-observing, what it did.
غزل شمارهٔ 143سالها دل طلبِ جامِ جم از ما میکرد
Search for the cup of Jamshid from me, years my heart made. And for what it possessed, from a stranger, entreaty made.
غزل شمارهٔ 149دلم جز مِهرِ مَهرویان، طریقی بر نمیگیرد
Save the love of those moon of face, a path my heart taketh not: To it, in every way, I give counsel; but it kindleth not.
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 152در ازل پرتوِ حُسنت ز تجلی دَم زد
In eternity without beginning, of glory, the splendor-ray of Thy beauty boasted. Revealed became love; and, upon all the world, fire dashed.
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 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 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 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 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 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 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 183دوش وقتِ سَحَر، از غُصّه نجاتم دادند
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 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 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.