From the Divan of Hafez · 9 couplets
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In beauty, grace, and fidelity, no one reaches my beloved —
you have no right to deny us in this matter.
Though beauty-sellers have come out in splendor,
no one in beauty and charm reaches my beloved.
By the right of old companionship — no confidant of secrets
reaches our single-minded, duty-honoring friend.
A thousand designs emerge from the Pen of Creation, yet not one
reaches the loveliness of the image of our beauty.
A thousand coins are brought to the market of existence, yet not one
reaches the standard of our assayer.
Alas for the caravan of life that passed so swiftly
that its dust will not reach the air of our land.
O heart, do not grieve from the envy of the jealous, and be confident —
for evil will not reach the hopeful spirit.
Live in such a way that if you become the dust of someone's road,
no dust of displeasure will reach anyone from our passage.
Hafez burned, and I fear that the tale of his story
will not reach the ear of our victorious king.
به حسن و خُلق و وفا کس به یارِ ما نرسد
تو را در این سخن، انکارِ کارِ ما نرسد
اگر چه حُسنفروشان به جلوه آمدهاند
کسی به حُسن و ملاحت به یارِ ما نرسد
به حق صحبت دیرین که هیچ محرمِ راز
به یارِ یک جهت حقگزارِ ما نرسد
هزار نقش برآید ز کِلکِ صُنع و یکی
به دلپذیری نقشِ نگارِ ما نرسد
هزار نقد به بازارِ کائنات آرند
یکی به سکهٔ صاحب عیارِ ما نرسد
دریغ قافله عمر کآن چنان رفتند
که گَردشان به هوایِ دیارِ ما نرسد
دلا ز رنجِ حسودان مرنج و واثق باش
که بد به خاطرِ امیدوارِ ما نرسد
چنان بِزی که اگر خاکِ ره شوی کس را
غبارِ خاطری از رهگذارِ ما نرسد
بسوخت حافظ و ترسم که شرحِ قصهٔ او
به سمعِ پادشهِ کامگارِ ما نرسد
Source: Ganjoor.net
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