تراجم
ہنری ولبرفورس کلارک کے تراجم میں حافظ کی کتاب غزلیات
یہ صفحہ صرف ہنری ولبرفورس کلارک کے دستیاب تراجم والی نظمیں دکھاتا ہے۔
تراجم والی نظمیں
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 2صلاحِ کار کجا و منِ خراب کجا؟
The rectitude of work, where? and, I ruined where? Behold the distance of the Path, from where to where?
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 4صبا به لُطف بگو آن غزالِ رَعنا را
O breeze! with softness speak to the beautiful fawn, Saying: Thou hast given to us desire for the mountain and the desert.
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 6به 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 7صوفی بیا که آیِنِه، صافیست جام را
O Sufi! come; for bright is the mirror of the cup: That thou mayst see the brightness of the wine of ruby hue.
غزل شمارهٔ 8ساقیا برخیز و دَردِه جام را
O Saki! arise; and give the cup: Strew dust on the head of the grief of time.
غزل شمارهٔ 9رونق عهد شباب است دگر بُستان را
The splendor of youth’s time again belongeth to the garden; The glad tidings of the rose reacheth the bulbul sweet of song.
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 12ای فروغِ ماهِ حُسن، از روی رخشان شما
O! the splendor of the moon-beauty from the illumined face of Thine! The lustre of beauteousness from the chin-dimple of Thine!
غزل شمارهٔ 13میدمد صبح و کِلِّه بست سحاب
The morning blossometh; and the cloud bindeth a veil: O companions! the morning cup! the morning cup!
غزل شمارهٔ 14گفتم ای سلطانِ خوبان رحم کن بر این غریب
I said: “O Sultan of lovely ones! show pity to this poor stranger.” He said: “In the desire of his own heart, loseth his way the wretched stranger.”
غزل شمارهٔ 15ای شاهد قدسی، کِه کَشَد بند نقابت؟
O chaste beloved! Who draweth the fastening of the veil of thee? O bird of Paradise! grain and water, who giveth thee?
غزل شمارهٔ 16خَمی که ابرویِ شوخِ تو در کمان انداخت
The great curve that, into the bow, thy told eye-brow cast, In design of the blood of me, miserable, powerless, it cast.
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 18ساقیا آمدنِ عید، مبارک بادت
O Saki! be the coming of the new year auspicious to thee: And these promises thou madest, let them not go from thy memory.
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 20روزه یکسو شد و عید آمد و دلها برخاست
The fast a side hath gone; and the Id hath come; and hearts have risen: In the wine-house, the wine hath come into tumult; and it is necessary to ask.
غزل شمارهٔ 21دل و دینم شد و دلبر به ملامت برخاست
Went heart and faith; and the Heart-Ravisher with reproach arose, And said: “Sit not with me; for, from thee, safety hath risen.”
غزل شمارهٔ 22چو 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 23خیالِ رویِ تو در هر طریق همرهِ ماست
In every path of Islam, the image of Thy face fellow traveler of ours is. Ever, the perfume of Thy hair, the soul-informer of ours is.
غزل شمارهٔ 24مطلب طاعت و پیمان و صلاح از من مست
From me intoxicated, is the desire of devotion and of covenant, and of rectitude; For, in Eternity without beginning, I became renowned for wine-drinking.
غزل شمارهٔ 25شکفته شد گل حَمرا و گشت بلبل مست
Blossomed is the red rose; and intoxicated is the nightingale; The invitation to merriment O Lovers, wine-worshipping!
غزل شمارهٔ 26زلفآشفته و خِویکرده و خندانلب و مست
Tress dishevelled; sweat expressed; lip laughing; intoxicated; Garment rent; song-singing; goblet in His hand;
غزل شمارهٔ 27در دیرِ مغان آمد، یارم قدحی در دست
Into the Magian’s cloister, came my Friend a goblet in His hand: With wine intoxicated, He with his eye intoxicated the wine-dirnkers.
غزل شمارهٔ 28به جانِ خواجه و حقِ قدیم و عهدِ درست
By the Khwaja’s soul, and by ancient right, and by true covenant, That, at the breath of dawn, prayer for thy welfare is my companion.
غزل شمارهٔ 29ما را زِ خیالِ تو چه پروایِ شراب است؟
With fancy for Thee, what desire for wine is ours? To the jar say: “Take thy head; for the jar-house is ruined.”
غزل شمارهٔ 30زلفت هزار دل به یکی تار مو ببست
With a single hair of its, a thousand hearts, the tress bound, The path of a thousand remedies bound.
غزل شمارهٔ 31آن شبِ قدری که گویند اهلِ خلوت امشب است
What men of our closed circle call “the Night of Power” to-night is. O Lord! from what constellation, this effect of fortune is?
غزل شمارهٔ 32خدا چو صورتِ ابرویِ دلگشای تو بست
When the form of thy heart alluring eye-brow, God established. In thy glances, the solving of my work, He established.
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 34رَواقِ 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 35برو به کارِ خود ای واعظ این چه فریادست؟
O admonisher! Go about thy own work: what is this tumult? From the hand, my heart hath fallen: what hath befallen thee?
غزل شمارهٔ 36تا سرِ زلفِ تو در دستِ نسیم افتادست
Since thy tress-tip, into the power of the breeze, fell, My distraught heart, into two pieces on account of grief, fell.
غزل شمارهٔ 37بیا 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 38بی مِهرِ رُخَت روزِ مرا نور نماندست
Without the sun of Thy cheek, light for my day, hath remained not And of my life, save the blackest night, aught hath remained not.
غزل شمارهٔ 39باغِ مرا چه حاجتِ سرو و صنوبر است؟
Of the cypress and the pine, what need hath my garden? Our box-tree nurtured in the shade, is less than who?
غزل شمارهٔ 40اَلْمِنَّةُ لِلَّه که درِ میکده، باز است
Thanks be to God that the door of the wine-tavern open, is. In such a way that, my face of supplication upon its door is.
غزل شمارهٔ 41اگر چه باده فَرَح بخش و باد گُلبیز است
Though wine is joy exciting! and the breeze rose-enslaving, Drink not wine to the sound of the harp. For bold the Muhtaseb is.
غزل شمارهٔ 42حالِ دل با تو گفتنم، هوس است
To utter to thee the state of my heart is my desire: To hear news of my heart is my desire.
غزل شمارهٔ 43صَحنِ بُستان ذوقبخش و صحبتِ یاران خوش است
The court of the garden is joy-giving; and the society of friends, pleasant; Pleasant, be the time of the rose, whereby the time of wine-drinkers is pleasant.
غزل شمارهٔ 44کُنون که بر کفِ گُل، جامِ بادهٔ صاف است
Now that in the palm of the rose, is the cup of pure wine, In it praise, is the nightingale with a hundred thousand tongues.
غزل شمارهٔ 45در این زمانه، رفیقی که خالی از خَلَل است
At this time, a friend, who is free from defect, Is the goblet of pure wine, and the song-book.
غزل شمارهٔ 46گُل در بَر و مِی در کَف و معشوق به کام است
The rose is in the bosom; wine in the hand; and the Beloved to my desire, On such a day, the world’s Sultan is my slave.
غزل شمارهٔ 47به 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 48صوفی از پرتو مِی رازِ نهانی دانست
From the wine’s sparkle, the Sufi knew the hidden mystery: Every one’s essence, by this ruby thou canst know.
غزل شمارهٔ 49روضهٔ خُلدِ برین خلوتِ درویشان است
The garden of lofty Paradise is the retreat of Darvishes: Grandeur’s source is the service of Darvishes.
غزل شمارهٔ 50به دامِ زلفِ تو دل مبتلایِ خویشتن است
In the snare of Thy tress, my heart entangled of itself is. Slay with a glance; for to it, punishment of itself is.