From the Divan of Hafez · 10 couplets
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That beloved, from whom our house was a place of fairies —
from head to foot, like a fairy, was free of fault.
The heart said: I will conquer this city with her scent —
the poor one did not know that its beloved was a traveler.
It was not only the veil of my heart's secret that fell —
as long as the sky has been, her way was to tear veils.
The object of my wise regard was that moon, who
with beauty and courtesy had the manner of the visionary.
The ill-starred heavens tore her from my grasp —
yes, what can I do? It was the fortune of a passing moon.
Make an excuse, O heart — you are a dervish, and she
held the sovereignty of beauty's kingdom.
The pleasant times were those spent with the friend —
all the rest was fruitlessness and unawareness.
Sweet were the water's edge, and the flower, and the greenery, and the eglantine —
alas, that flowing treasure was just a passerby.
Kill yourself from envy, O nightingale — for the rose
had a display of coquetry with the morning breeze at dawn.
Every treasure of happiness that God gave to Hafez
came from the blessing of night prayer and the dawn litany.
آن یار کز او خانهٔ ما جایِ پَری بود
سر تا قدمش چون پَری از عیب بَری بود
دل گفت فروکش کنم این شهر به بویش
بیچاره ندانست که یارش سفری بود
تنها نه ز رازِ دلِ من پرده برافتاد
تا بود فلک، شیوهٔ او پردهدری بود
منظورِ خردمندِ من آن ماه که او را
با حُسنِ ادب شیوهٔ صاحبنظری بود
از چنگِ مَنَش اختر بَدمِهر به در برد
آری چه کنم؟ دولتِ دورِ قمری بود
عُذری بِنِه ای دل، که تو درویشی و او را
در مملکتِ حُسن سَرِ تاجْوَری بود
اوقاتِ خوش آن بود که با دوست به سر رفت
باقی همه بیحاصلی و بیخبری بود
خوش بود لبِ آب و گل و سبزه و نسرین
افسوس که آن گنجِ روان رهگذری بود
خود را بکش ای بلبل از این رشک که گُل را
با بادِ صبا وقتِ سحر جلوهگری بود
هر گنجِ سعادت که خدا داد به حافظ
از یُمنِ دعایِ شب و وِردِ سَحَری بود
Source: Ganjoor.net
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