From the Divan of Hafez · 7 couplets
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Where is the glad news of your union, that I may rise from the head of my life? —
I am the holy bird, and from the trap of the world I will rise.
By your devotion — if you call me your slave,
I will rise from the mastership of all existence.
O Lord, from the cloud of guidance send a rain
before I rise from the midst like a speck of dust.
Sit at the head of my grave with wine and a minstrel,
that at your scent I may rise dancing from the tomb.
Rise and show your stature, O idol of sweet movements —
that from the head of life and world I may rise, scattering my hands.
Though I am old — hold me tight in your embrace one night,
that at dawn I may rise young from your side.
On the day of my death, give me a moment's reprieve for a last look —
that like Hafez, I may rise from the head of life and world.
مژدهٔ وصلِ تو کو کز سرِ جان برخیزم
طایرِ قُدسم و از دامِ جهان برخیزم
به ولای تو که گر بندهٔ خویشم خوانی
از سرِ خواجگیِ کون و مکان برخیزم
یا رب از ابرِ هدایت بِرَسان بارانی
پیشتر زان که چو گَردی ز میان برخیزم
بر سرِ تربتِ من با مِی و مُطرب بنشین
تا به بویت ز لحد رقص کُنان برخیزم
خیز و بالا بنما ای بتِ شیرین حرکات
کز سرِ جان و جهان دست فشان برخیزم
گرچه پیرم تو شبی تنگ در آغوشم کَش
تا سحرگه ز کنارِ تو جوان برخیزم
روز مرگم نفسی مهلتِ دیدار بده
تا چو حافظ ز سرِ جان و جهان برخیزم
Source: Ganjoor.net
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