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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 142–دوستان 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 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 144–به 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 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 146–صبا وقتِ سحر بویی ز زلفِ یار می‌آورد

At morning time, a perfume from the Beloved’s tress, the breeze brought: Into action, our heart distraught for Thee brought.

غزل شمارهٔ 147–نسیمِ 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 148–یارم چو قدحْ به دست گیرد

When my Beloved the wine-cup in hand taketh, The market of idols, disaster taketh.

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 150–ساقی 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 151–دَمی 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 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 153–سحر 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 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 184–دوش 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 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.