From the Divan of Hafez · 6 couplets
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Enter, that in the weary heart, strength may enter again —
come, that in the dead body, the soul may enter again.
Come, for your absence closed my eye in such a way
that only the opening of the door of union may open it again.
The grief that, like a Zanzibar army, conquered the realm of the heart —
may it be cleansed by the host of joy from the Rome of your face.
Before the mirror of the heart, whatever I hold up —
nothing appears except the image of your beauty.
By that likeness that the night is pregnant with the day — from you,
I count the stars until I see what the night will give birth to.
Come, for the natural nightingale of Hafez's mind
is singing again in hope of the rosebush of your union.
درآ که در دلِ خسته، توان درآید باز
بیا که در تنِ مُرده، رَوان درآید باز
بیا که فُرقَتِ تو، چشمِ من چنان در بست
که فتحِ بابِ وصالت مگر گشاید باز
غمی که چون سپهِ زنگ، مُلکِ دل بگرفت
ز خیلِ شادیِ رومِ رُخَت زُدایَد باز
به پیشِ آینهٔ دل هر آن چه میدارم
به جز خیالِ جمالت، نمینماید باز
بدان مَثَل که شب آبستن است روز از تو
ستاره میشِمُرَم تا که شب چه زاید باز
بیا که بلبلِ مطبوعِ خاطرِ حافظ
به بویِ گُلبُنِ وصلِ تو میسُراید باز
Source: Ganjoor.net
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