From the Divan of Hafez · 5 couplets
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O sovereign! May the ball of the sky be in the curve of your polo-stick,
and the expanse of existence be the field of your arena.
The tresses of the Lady of Victory are enamored of your banner —
may the eye of eternal conquest be in love with your charge.
O you whose edicts are written in Mercury's eloquence —
may Universal Reason be the servant who draws the seal of your court.
The splendor of the Tuba tree was shamed by your cypress stature —
may the envy of highest Paradise be the grounds of your garden.
Not only animals, plants, and minerals —
whatever exists in the world of command, may it be at your bidding.
خسروا گویِ فلک در خَمِ چوگان تو باد
ساحتِ کون و مکان عرصهٔ میدانِ تو باد
زلفِ خاتونِ ظفر شیفتهٔ پرچم توست
دیدهٔ فتحِ ابد عاشقِ جولانِ تو باد
ای که انشاءِ عطارد صفتِ شوکتِ توست
عقل کل چاکرِ طُغراکشِ دیوانِ تو باد
طِیرهٔ جلوهٔ طوبی قدِ چون سروِ تو شد
غیرتِ خُلدِ بَرین ساحتِ بُستانِ تو باد
نه به تنها حَیَوانات و نَباتات و جَماد
هر چه در عالمِ امر است به فرمانِ تو باد
Source: Ganjoor.net
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