From the Divan of Hafez · 8 couplets
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At dawn, the bird of the garden said to the newly risen rose:
Be less coy — for many like you have bloomed in this garden.
The rose laughed and said: We take no offense at truth,
but no lover ever spoke harsh words to the beloved.
If you desire ruby wine from that jeweled cup,
many a pearl you must pierce upon your eyelash’s tip.
Never shall the scent of love reach the one
who has not swept the tavern door with his face.
Last night in the garden of Iram, as the pleasant air
let the breeze of dawn tousle the hyacinth’s curls,
I said: O throne of Jam! Where is your world-revealing cup?
It said: Alas, that wakeful fortune has fallen asleep!
The speech of love is not what comes to the tongue —
cupbearer, give wine and cut short this talk.
The tears of Hafez cast reason and patience to the sea —
what can he do? The burning of love’s grief he could not hide.
صُبْحْدَم، مُرْغِ چَمَن با گلِ نوخاسْتِه گُفْت
ناز، کَم کُن که در این باغ، بَسی چون تو شِکُفْت
گُل بِخَنْدید که از راسْت نَرَنْجیم وَلی
هیچ عاشِق، سُخَنِ سَخْت به مَعْشوق نَگُفْت
گَر طَمَع داری از آن جامِ مُرَصَّع، مِیِ لَعْل
ای بَسا دُر که به نوکِ مُژِهات باید سُفْت
تا اَبَد، بویِ مُحَبَّت به مَشامَش نَرَسَد
هر که خاکِ دَرِ مِیخانِه به رُخساره نَرُفْت
دَر گُلِسْتانِ اِرَم، دوش، چو از لُطْفِ هَوا
زُلْفِ سُنْبُل به نَسیمِ سَحَری میآشُفْت
گفتم: «ای مَسْنَدِ جَم! جامِ جَهانبینَت کو؟»
گفت: «اَفسوس که آن دولتِ بیدار بِخُفْت!»
سُخُنِ عِشْق، نَه آن است که آیَد به زَبان
ساقیا، مِی دِه و کوتاه کُن این گُفْت و شِنُفْت
اَشْکِ «حافِظ»، خِرَد و صَبْر به دَریا اَنْداخْت
چه کُنَد؟ سوزِ غَمِ عِشْق نَیارَسْت نَهُفْت
Source: Ganjoor.net
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