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غزل شمارهٔ 1اَلا یا اَیُّهَا السّاقی اَدِرْ کَأسَاً و ناوِلْها
Ho! O Saki, pass around and offer the bowl: For love at first appeared easy, but difficulties have occurred.
غزل شمارهٔ 3اگر آن تُرکِ شیرازی به دست آرَد دلِ ما را
If that Bold One of Shiraz gain our heart, For His dark mole, I will give Samarkand and Bukhara.
غزل شمارهٔ 5دل میرود ز دستم صاحبدلان خدا را
For God’s sake. O pious ones! forth from the hand, goeth my heart. For God’s sake: O the pain that the hidden mystery should be disclosed.
غزل شمارهٔ 10دوش از مسجد سویِ میخانه آمد پیرِ ما
Last night from the Masjed towards the wine tavern our Pir came: O friends of the Path! after this, what is our plan?
غزل شمارهٔ 11ساقی به نورِ باده برافروز جامِ ما
Saki! with the light of wine, up-kindle the cup of ours. Minstrel! speak, saying: “The world’s work hath gone to the desire of ours.”
غزل شمارهٔ 17سینه از آتش دل، در غمِ جانانه بسوخت
From the fire of my heart, my chest in grief for the Beloved consumed. In this house, was a fire, that the house consumed.
غزل شمارهٔ 19ای نسیمِ سحر آرامگَهِ یار کجاست؟
O fragrant morning breeze! The Beloved’s rest-place is where? The dwelling of that Moon, Lover-slayer, Sorcerer, is where?
غزل شمارهٔ 33خلوت گُزیده را به تماشا چه حاجت است
To him that hath chosen solitude, of the spectacle is what need? When the street of the Beloved is, of the desert is what need?
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 76جُز آسْتان تواَم در جَهان، پَناهی نیست
Save Thy threshold, my shelter in the world is none. Save this door, my fortress-place is none.
غزل شمارهٔ 101شراب و عیش نهان چیست؟ کارِ بیبنیاد
Wine and hidden pleasure, what are they? Baseless work. On the ranks of profligates we dashed. What is fit to be-be!
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 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 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 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 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 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.