From the Divan of Hafez · 9 couplets
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The nightingale's every thought is that the rose became its friend —
the rose is thinking how to play its coquetry on him.
Heart-ravishing is not only about slaying the lover —
the true master is one who cares for his servant's grief.
It is fitting that blood should surge in the heart of the ruby —
from this deceit that pottery breaks its market.
The nightingale learned speech from the grace of the rose — otherwise
all this song and ghazal was not stored in its beak.
O you who pass through the lane of our beloved —
be warned, for its walls will break your head.
That traveler, with whom a hundred caravans of hearts journey —
wherever he is, O God, keep him safe.
Though the company of safety pleased you, O heart,
the side of love is precious — do not let it go.
The merry Sufi, the way he tilted his cap —
with two more cups, his turban will be disordered.
The heart of Hafez, accustomed to seeing you,
is nursed on the pride of union — do not seek to wound it.
فکرِ بلبل همه آن است که گُل شد یارش
گُل در اندیشه که چُون عشوه کُنَد در کارش
دلربایی همه آن نیست که عاشق بِکُشَند
خواجه آن است که باشد غَمِ خدمتکارش
جایِ آن است که خون موج زَنَد در دلِ لعل
زین تَغابُن که خَزَف میشکند بازارش
بلبل از فیضِ گل آموخت سخن، ور نه نبود
این همه قول و غزل تعبیه در منقارش
ای که در کوچهٔ معشوقهٔ ما میگُذَری
بر حذر باش، که سر میشکند دیوارش
آن سفرکرده که صد قافله دل همرهِ اوست
هر کجا هست خدایا به سلامت دارش
صحبت عافیتت گرچه خوش افتاد ای دل
جانبِ عشق عزیز است، فرومگذارش
صوفیِ سرخوش از این دست که کج کرد کلاه
به دو جامِ دگر آشفته شود دستارش
دلِ حافظ که به دیدارِ تو خوگر شده بود
نازپروردِ وصال است، مجو آزارش
Source: Ganjoor.net
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