By Hafez
The bird of garden sang unto the rose
New blown in the clear dawn: “Bow down thy head!
As fair as thou within this garden, close
Many have blown and died
She laughed and said:
That I am born to fade grieves not my heart;
But never was it a true lover’s part
To vex with bitter his Love’s repose
The tavern step shall be thy hostelry
For Love’s diviner’s breathe comes but to those
That suppliant on the dusty threshold lie
And thou, if you wouldn’t drink the wine that flows
From lives bejeweled goblet, ruby red,
Upon thy thine eyelashes thine eyes shall thread
A thousand tears for this temerity
Last night when Irem’s magic garden slept
Stirring the hyacinth’s purple tresses curled
The wind of morning through the alleys stept
Where is thy cup, the mirror of the world?
Ah, where is Love? Thou throne of Djam” I carried
The breeze knew not, but “Alas” they sighed,
“The happiness should sleep!” and wept
Not the lips of men Love’s secret lies
Remote unrevealed his dwelling place
Oh Saki, come the idle laughter dies
When thou the feast with heavenly wine dost grace
Patience and wisdom, Hafez in a sea
Of thine own tears are drowned; thy misery
They could not still nor hide from curious eyes.
(Translated by Gertrude Bell)
Here is the Persian Text::
The bird of garden sang unto the rose
New blown in the clear dawn: “Bow down thy head!
As fair as thou within this garden, close
Many have blown and died
She laughed and said:
That I am born to fade grieves not my heart;
But never was it a true lover’s part
To vex with bitter his Love’s repose
The tavern step shall be thy hostelry
For Love’s diviner’s breathe comes but to those
That suppliant on the dusty threshold lie
And thou, if you wouldn’t drink the wine that flows
From lives bejeweled goblet, ruby red,
Upon thy thine eyelashes thine eyes shall thread
A thousand tears for this temerity
Last night when Irem’s magic garden slept
Stirring the hyacinth’s purple tresses curled
The wind of morning through the alleys stept
Where is thy cup, the mirror of the world?
Ah, where is Love? Thou throne of Djam” I carried
The breeze knew not, but “Alas” they sighed,
“The happiness should sleep!” and wept
Not the lips of men Love’s secret lies
Remote unrevealed his dwelling place
Oh Saki, come the idle laughter dies
When thou the feast with heavenly wine dost grace
Patience and wisdom, Hafez in a sea
Of thine own tears are drowned; thy misery
They could not still nor hide from curious eyes.
(Translated by Gertrude Bell)
Here is the Persian Text::
صبحدم مرغ چمن با گل نو خاســـــــــته گفـــــت
ناز کم کن که بســــی چون تو درین باغ شکفت
گل بخنـــــــــــــــــدید که از راســـت نرنجیم ولی
هیچ عاشـــق سخن سخت به معشــــــوق نگفت
گر طمـــع داری ازان جام مرصّـــــــــــع می لعل
ای بســــــــــا دُر که به نوک مژه ات باید ســـفت
تا ابد بوی محبت به مشامش نرســــــــــــــــــــد
هر که خاک در میخانه به رخــــــــــــــسار نرفت
در گلســــــــــــــــــتان ارم دوش چو از لطف هوا
زلف سنبل به نسیم سحری می آشـــــــــــــــــفت
گفتم ای مســـــــــــــــــند جم جام جهان بینت کو؟
گفت افســـــــــــــــــوس که آن دولت بیدار بخفت
سخن عشق نه آنســـــــــــــــــــــت که آید به زبان
ســـــــــــــاقیا می ده و کوتاه کن این گفت و شنفت
اشـــــــــــــــــک حافظ خرد و صبر به دریا انداخت
چکند سوز غم عشق نیارســـــــــــــــــــــت نهفت
ناز کم کن که بســــی چون تو درین باغ شکفت
گل بخنـــــــــــــــــدید که از راســـت نرنجیم ولی
هیچ عاشـــق سخن سخت به معشــــــوق نگفت
گر طمـــع داری ازان جام مرصّـــــــــــع می لعل
ای بســــــــــا دُر که به نوک مژه ات باید ســـفت
تا ابد بوی محبت به مشامش نرســــــــــــــــــــد
هر که خاک در میخانه به رخــــــــــــــسار نرفت
در گلســــــــــــــــــتان ارم دوش چو از لطف هوا
زلف سنبل به نسیم سحری می آشـــــــــــــــــفت
گفتم ای مســـــــــــــــــند جم جام جهان بینت کو؟
گفت افســـــــــــــــــوس که آن دولت بیدار بخفت
سخن عشق نه آنســـــــــــــــــــــت که آید به زبان
ســـــــــــــاقیا می ده و کوتاه کن این گفت و شنفت
اشـــــــــــــــــک حافظ خرد و صبر به دریا انداخت
چکند سوز غم عشق نیارســـــــــــــــــــــت نهفت
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