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غزل شمارهٔ 6–به مُلازِمانِ سلطان، که رساند این دعا را؟

To the Sultan’s attendants, who will convey this prayer “In thanks for sovereignty, away from sight drive not the beggar?”

غزل شمارهٔ 17–سینه 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 19–ای 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 22–چو بشنوی سخنِ اهلِ دل، مگو که خطاست

O Heart-ravisher! thou art not a speech-recognizer. Here, the fault is: When thou hearest the speech of people of heart speak not saying: “A fault it is.”

غزل شمارهٔ 26–زلف‌آشفته و خِوی‌کرده و خندان‌لب و مست

Tress dishevelled; sweat expressed; lip laughing; intoxicated; Garment rent; song-singing; goblet in His hand;

غزل شمارهٔ 33–خلوت 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 34–رَواقِ منظرِ چشمِ من آشیانهٔ توست

The chamber of vision of my eye is the dwelling of Thine: Show courtesy, and alight, for this house is the House of Thine.

غزل شمارهٔ 37–بیا که قصرِ اَمَل سخت سست‌بنیادست

Come! For most unstable is the foundation of the Palace of Hope: Bring the cup; for the foundation of Life is on the wind.

غزل شمارهٔ 47–به کویِ میکده هر سالِکی که رَه دانست

In the Street of the tavern, every holy traveler, that knew the Path The knocking at another door, the source of ruin knew.

غزل شمارهٔ 53–منم که گوشهٔ میخانه، خانقاهِ من است

Such a one am I that the tavern-corner is the cloister of mine: The prayer from the Pir of Moghan is the morning task of mine.

غزل شمارهٔ 57–آن سیه‌چَرده که شیرینیِ عالَم با اوست

This blackish one, all the sweetness of the world is with him. The fair eye, the laughing lip, the joyous heart is with Him.

غزل شمارهٔ 58–سرِ ارادتِ ما و آستانِ حضرت دوست

The head of our desire, and the threshold of the Mighty Friend: For, whatever passeth over our head is His will.

غزل شمارهٔ 63–رویِ تو کس ندید و هزارت رقیب هست

Thy face, none hath seen; and a thousand watchers are Thine, Still in the rosebud, Thine many a nightingale is.

غزل شمارهٔ 71–زاهِدِ ظاهِرپَرَست از حالِ ما، آگاه نیست

The Zahed, outward worshipper! Of our state, knowledge is none. In respect of us, whatever he saith, room for abhorrence is none.

غزل شمارهٔ 72–راهی‌ست راهِ عِشْق که هیچَش کِنارِه نیست

Love’s path is Path whereof the shore is none: And there, unless they surrender their soul, remedy is none.

غزل شمارهٔ 73–روشن از پرتوِ رویت نظری نیست که نیست

From the ray of Thy face, luminous a glance is not. that is not: The favor of the dust of Thy door, on an eye is not, that is not.

غزل شمارهٔ 75–خوابِ آن نرگسِ فَتّانِ تو، بی چیزی نیست

غزل شمارهٔ 80–عِیبِ رِندان مَکُن ای زاهدِ پاکیزه‌سِرِشت!

O Zahed, pure of nature! censure not the profligates; For, against thee, they will not record another’s crime.

غزل شمارهٔ 82–آن 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 87–حُسنت به اتفاقِ ملاحت جهان گرفت

By concord with darkish beauty, the world Thy beauty took. Yes; by concord, the world one can take.

غزل شمارهٔ 88–شنیده‌ام سخنی خوش که پیرِ کنعان گفت

I heard a pleasant speech that the old man of Kan’an uttered: “Separation from the true Beloved maketh not that which can be uttered.”

غزل شمارهٔ 90–ای هدهد صبا به سبا می‌فرستمت

O lapwing of the east wind! to Saba, I send thee: Behold from where to where, I send thee!

غزل شمارهٔ 95–مدامم مست می‌دارد نسیمِ جَعدِ گیسویت

Ever intoxicated keepeth me the waft of air of the tress-curl of Thine. Momently ruined maketh me the deceit of the eye of sorcery of Thine.

غزل شمارهٔ 96–دردِ ما را نیست درمان الغیاث

غزل شمارهٔ 102–دوش آگهی ز یارِ سفر کرده داد باد

Last night, the news of the beloved, journey-made, gave the wind: To the wind, I also give my heart. Whatever it be-be.

غزل شمارهٔ 103–روز وصلِ دوستداران یاد باد

The day of union of friends remember: Those times, remember, remember!

غزل شمارهٔ 106–تَنَت 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 107–حُسن تو همیشه در فزون باد

Ever increasing, Thy beauty be! All years, tulip-hued, Thy face be.

غزل شمارهٔ 114–همایِ اوجِ سعادت به دامِ ما افتد

The Homa of the height of felicity to the snare of ours falleth. If, Thy passing to the dwelling of ours falleth.

غزل شمارهٔ 115–درختِ دوستی بنشان که کامِ دل به بار آرد

Plant the tree of friendship, that, to fruit, the heart’s desire bringeth: Up-pluck the bush of enmity, that countless troubles bringeth.

غزل شمارهٔ 116–کسی که حُسن و خَطِ دوست در نظر دارد

That one that, in his vision, the beauty of the line of the Beloved hath; Certain it is that the acquisition of vision he hath.

غزل شمارهٔ 117–دل 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 118–آن کس که به دست جام دارد

That one who, in his hand the cup hath. Ever the sovereignty of Jamshid hath.

غزل شمارهٔ 119–دلی که غیب نمای است و جامِ جم دارد

That heart that is the hidden-displayer; and that the cup of Jamshid hath, For a seal ring, that awhile became lost, what grief it hath?

غزل شمارهٔ 120–بتی دارم که گِرد گل ز سُنبل سایه‌بان دارد

I have an idol that, the canopy of the hyacinth around the rose hath: A line in the blood of the Arghavan, the spring of his cheek hath.

غزل شمارهٔ 122–هر آن‌که جانِبِ اَهْلِ خُدا نگه دارد

Every one, who regardeth the people of fidelity, Him, in every state, from calamity God preserveth.

غزل شمارهٔ 138–یاد 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 139–رو 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 140–دلبر بِرَفت و دلشدگان را خبر 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.

غزل شمارهٔ 141–دیدی 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 143–سال‌ها 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 145–چه 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 149–دلم 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 152–در 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 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 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 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.