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غزل شمارهٔ 154–راهی 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 155–اگر 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 156–به حسن و خُلق و وفا کس به یارِ ما نرسد

To our friend, in beauty of disposition and of fidelity, one reacheth not In this matter, to thee, denial of our work reacheth not.

غزل شمارهٔ 157–هر 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 158–من 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 159–نقدِ 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 160–خوش 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 161–کِی 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 162–خوش 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 163–گل بی‌رخِ یار خوش نباشد

Without the beloved’s face, the rose is not pleasant. Without wine, spring is not pleasant.

غزل شمارهٔ 164–نفسِ بادِ صبا مُشک‌فشان خواهد شد

Musk-diffusing, the breath of the morning breeze shall be: Again the world old young shall be.

غزل شمارهٔ 165–مرا 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 166–روزِ 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 167–ستاره‌ای 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 168–گداخت 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 169–یاری 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 170–زاهدِ خلوت‌نشین، دوش به مِیخانه شد

Last night, to the wine-house, Zahed, sitting in khalwat, went: From the head of his covenant, he departed; and to the head of the cup, went.

غزل شمارهٔ 171–دوش 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 172–عشقِ تو نهالِ حیرت آمد

Love for Thee, the plant of perturbation became Union with Thee, the perfection of perturbation became.

غزل شمارهٔ 173–در نمازم خَمِ ابرویِ تو با یاد آمد

When, in prayer, to me recollection of the curve of Thy eye-brow came. A state passed that, into lament, the prayer-arch came.

غزل شمارهٔ 174–مژده 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 175–صبا 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 176–سَحَرم 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 177–نه 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 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 179–رسید 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 180–ای پستهٔ تو خنده زده بر حدیثِ قند

O thou whose pistachio, laugheth at the tale of candy! I am desirous. For God’s sake, one sweet smile, smile.

غزل شمارهٔ 181–بعد از این دستِ من و دامنِ آن سروِ بلند

غزل شمارهٔ 182–حَسْبِ 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 183–دوش وقتِ سَحَر، از غُصّه نجاتم دادند

غزل شمارهٔ 185–نقدها 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 186–گر مِی‌فروش حاجتِ رندان روا کند

If lawful the need of profligates, the wine-seller maketh, His sin, God forgiveth; and, repelling of calamity maketh.

غزل شمارهٔ 187–دلا 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 188–مرا 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 189–طایرِ دولت اگر باز گذاری بِکُنَد

If again passing, the bird of fortune shall make. Again the Beloved shall come; and contentment with union shall make.

غزل شمارهٔ 190–کِلکِ 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 191–آن کیست کز رویِ کرم، با ما وفاداری کند

Who is that one, who, by way of manliness, fidelity with me will make; In respect of an ill-doer like me, once a good deed will make?

غزل شمارهٔ 192–سروِ 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 193–در نظربازیِ ما، بی‌خبران، حیران‌اند

Astonished at our glance-playing, those void of vision are: As I appeared so I am; the rest, they know.

غزل شمارهٔ 194–سَمَن‌بویان غبارِ غم چو بنشینند، بنشانند

Those of lily perfume cause grief’s dust to sit when they sit: Patience from the heart, those of Angel-face take when they strive.

غزل شمارهٔ 195–غلامِ 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 196–آنان 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 197–شاهدان 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 198–گفتم 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 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 200–دانی 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.

غزل شمارهٔ 201–شرابِ بی‌غَش و ساقیِّ خوش دو دامِ رهند

غزل شمارهٔ 202–بُوَد آیا که درِ میکده‌ها بگشایند؟

غزل شمارهٔ 203–سال‌ها دفترِ ما در گرو صَهبا بود

غزل شمارهٔ 204–یاد باد آن که نَهانَت نظری با ما بود