تراجم
اے جے آربری کے تراجم میں رومی کی کتاب دیوان شمس
یہ صفحہ صرف اے جے آربری کے دستیاب تراجم والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
تراجم والی نظمیں
غزل شمارهٔ 1628دیده از خلق ببستم چو جمالش دیدم
I closed my eyes to creation when I beheld his beauty, I became intoxicated with his beauty and bestowed my soul.
غزل شمارهٔ 1634عقل گوید که من او را به زبان بفریبم
Reason says, “I will beguile him with the tongue”; Love says, “Be silent. I will beguile him with the soul.”
غزل شمارهٔ 1638مادرم بخت بده است و پدرم جود و کرم
My mother was fortune, my father generosity and bounty; I am joy, son of joy, son of joy, son of joy.
غزل شمارهٔ 1641من چو در گور درون خفته همیفرسایم
When I am asleep and crumbling in the tomb, should you come to visit me, I will come forth with speed.
غزل شمارهٔ 1649وقت آن شد که به زنجیر تو دیوانه شویم
The time has come for us to become madmen in your chain, to burst our bonds and become estranged from all;
غزل شمارهٔ 1655دوش می گفت جانم کی سپهر معظم
Last night my soul cried, “O exalted sphere of heaven, you hang indeed inverted, with flames in your belly.
غزل شمارهٔ 1663نو به نو هر روز باری می کشم
Every day I bear a burden, and I bear this calamity for a purpose:
غزل شمارهٔ 1678من اگر نالم اگر عذر آرم
If I weep, if I come with excuses, my beloved puts cotton wool in his ears.
غزل شمارهٔ 1688رفتم ز دست خود من در بیخودی فتادم
I have got out of my own control, I have fallen into unconsciousness; in my utter unconsciousness how joyful I am with myself!
غزل شمارهٔ 1690اندر دو کون جانا بیتو طرب ندیدم
Without you, Darling, in both worlds I have seen no joy; many wonders I have seen, a wonder like you I have not seen.
غزل شمارهٔ 1692یا رب چه یار دارم شیرین شکار دارم
Lord, what a Beloved is mine! I have a sweet quarry; I possess in my breast a hundred meadows from his reed.
غزل شمارهٔ 1705از ما مشو ملول که ما سخت شاهدیم
Weary not of us, for we are very beautiful; it is out of very jealousy and proper pride that we entered the veil.
غزل شمارهٔ 1713خیزید عاشقان که سوی آسمان رویم
Rise, lovers, that we may go towards heaven; we have seen this world, so let us go to that world.
غزل شمارهٔ 1725نگفتمت مرو آنجا که آشنات منم
Did I not say to you, “Go not there, for I am your friend; in this mirage of annihilation I am the fountain of life?”
غزل شمارهٔ 1737بیار باده که اندر خمار خمارم
Bring wine, for I am suffering crop sickness {hang-over} from the vintner; God has seized me, and I am thus held fast.
غزل شمارهٔ 1739زهی حلاوت پنهان در این خلای شکم
What hidden sweetness there is in this emptiness of the belly! Man is surely like a lute, no more and no less;
غزل شمارهٔ 1754آتشی از تو در دهان دارم
I have a fire for you in my mouth, but I have a hundred seals on my tongue.
غزل شمارهٔ 1760به خدایی که در ازل بودهست
By the God who was in pre-eternity living and knowing and omnipotent, everlasting,
غزل شمارهٔ 1769ای دل صافی دم ثابت قدم
Heart pure of breath and firm of foot, you came in order to warn the best of communities.
غزل شمارهٔ 1786دزدیده چون جان میروی اندر میانِ جانِ من
Stealthily as the soul, you are going in the midst of my soul; O luster of my garden, you are my gracefully moving cypress.
غزل شمارهٔ 1789ای عاشقان! ای عاشقان! هنگام کوچ است از جهان
Lovers, lovers, it is time to migrate from the world; the drum of departure is reaching my spirit’s ear from heaven.
غزل شمارهٔ 1794ای باغبان ای باغبان آمد خزان آمد خزان
O gardener, gardener, autumn has come, autumn has come; see on branch and leaf the mark, see the mark of heart-anguish.
غزل شمارهٔ 1807ای بس که از آواز دش واماندهام زین راه من
Enough now from the cry dush—“dismount”—I have remained far from my road; enough from the cry qush—“set off”—I have missed my tent.
غزل شمارهٔ 1823سیر نمیشوم ز تو نیست جز این گناه من
I become not satiated with you—this is my only sin; be not satiated with compassion for me, O my refuge in both worlds!
غزل شمارهٔ 1826هر کِی ز حور پرسدت، رخ بنما که «همچنین»
If any man asks you about the houris, show your face, saying, “Like this”; if any man speaks to you of the moon, get up onto the roof—“Like this.”
غزل شمارهٔ 1837یا رب من بدانمیچیست مراد یار من
Lord, would that I knew what is the desire of my Beloved; He has barred my road of escape, robbed me of my heart and my repose.
غزل شمارهٔ 1845عدو توبه و صبرم مرا امروز ناگاهان
Suddenly today the enemy of my penitence and patience approached me midway on the road and cherished me like a king.
غزل شمارهٔ 1850چراغ عالم افروزم نمیتابد چنین روشن
My world-illuminating lamp is not shining so brightly; strange—is this the fault of the eye, or the light, or the window?
غزل شمارهٔ 1861ای قاعده مستان در همدگر افتادن
It is the rule with drunkards to fall upon one another, to fight and squabble and make tumult.
غزل شمارهٔ 1869رو مذهب عاشق را برعکس روشها دان
Go, know that the code of lovers is opposite to all other ways, for from the Beloved lies are better than truth and beneficence.
غزل شمارهٔ 1876بی جا شو در وحدت در عین فنا جا کن
Become placeless in the Unity, make your place in the essence of annihilation; every head which possesses duality put on a Christian neck.
غزل شمارهٔ 1888بیا بوسه به چند است از آن لعل مثمن
Come, how much is a kiss from that precious ruby? If a kiss is for a life, it is a duty to buy.
غزل شمارهٔ 1898ندا آمد به جان از چرخ پروین
A call came to the soul from the sphere of the Pleiades: “Come up, do not sit below like the dregs.”
غزل شمارهٔ 1904کجا خواهی ز چنگ ما پریدن
Whither would you fly from my clutch? Who knows how to rend the net of omnipotence?
غزل شمارهٔ 1910تو هر جزو جهان را بر گذر بین
See how every particle of the world is passing by, see how everyone has arrived from a journey;
غزل شمارهٔ 1919عشق است بر آسمان پریدن
This is love: to fly to heaven, every moment to rend a hundred veils;
غزل شمارهٔ 1925بازآمد آستین فشانان
That enemy of soul and mind and faith has returned, shaking his sleeves—
غزل شمارهٔ 1937هر خوشی که فوت شد از تو مباش اندوهگین
Do not grieve over any joy that has gone forever, for it will return to you in another form, know that for sure.
غزل شمارهٔ 1947سوی بیماران خود شد شاه مه رویان من
My king of moonfaced ones went up to his sick lovers, saying, “O pale cheeks and saffronbed of mine!
غزل شمارهٔ 1957هست عاقل هر زمانی در غم پیدا شدن
The intellectual is all the time engaged in showing off; the lover is all the time becoming unselfed and distraught;
غزل شمارهٔ 1958ساقیا چون مست گشتی خویش را بر من بزن
Saki, now that you are drunk, fling yourself on me; to recollect tomorrow is credit—smite the neck of credit.
غزل شمارهٔ 1965در میان ظلمت جان تو نور چیست آن
What light is that in the midst of the darkness of your soul? A royal splendor is shining in my heart—who is that?
غزل شمارهٔ 1972عاشقا دو چشم بگشا چارجو در خود ببین
Lover, open your two eyes and behold in yourself four streams—a stream of water, a stream of wine, streams of milk and honey.
غزل شمارهٔ 1983به خدا میل ندارم نه به چرب و نه به شیرین
By God, I have no inclination towards either fat or sweet, nor for the purse full of gold, neither for the golden cup.
غزل شمارهٔ 1986صنما به چشم شوخت که به چشم اشارتی کن
Beautiful one, by your roguish eye, signal with your eye; for one moment repair with a glance this your ruin.
غزل شمارهٔ 2000ای ز هجران تو مردن طرب و راحت من
Since you deserted me death is for me joy and ease; without you, death has become for me like honey and milk.
غزل شمارهٔ 2003همه خوردند و بخفتند و تهی گشت وطن
All have eaten and fallen asleep, and the house has become empty; it is time for us to saunter forth to the garden,
غزل شمارهٔ 2006هر کجا که پا نهی ای جان من
Wherever you set your foot, my darling, tulip and violet and jasmine spring up.
غزل شمارهٔ 2010بشنو از دل نکتههای بیسخن
Hear the wordless subtleties, and understand what catches not the understanding.
غزل شمارهٔ 2015فقر را در خواب دیدم دوش من
Last night I saw Poverty in a dream, I became beside myself from its beauty.