Poem #250
English Translation
Persian
Show me your face, and take my self away
let wind consume the harvest of my day.
روی بِنْمای و وجودِ خودم از یاد بِبَر
خَرمنِ سوختگان را همه گو باد بِبَر
Since we gave heart and eye to floods of pain
come, flood of grief, and level this domain.
ما چو دادیم دل و دیده به طوفانِ بلا
گو بیا سیلِ غم و خانه ز بنیاد بِبَر
Who smells her amber tress? Alas, not I!
O foolish heart, let such vain longings die.
زلفِ چون عَنبَرِ خامَش که ببوید؟ هیهات
ای دلِ خام‌طمع، این سخن از یاد بِبَر
Tell my chest: 'Quench the Persian fire's glow!'
Tell my eyes: 'Let the Tigris cease to flow!'
سینه گو شعلهٔ آتشکدهٔ فارس بِکُش
دیده گو آبِ رخِ دجلهٔ بغداد بِبَر
Long live the Magian Elder's grace and state!
Let others go, forget my name and fate.
دولتِ پیرِ مُغان باد که باقی سهل است
دیگری گو برو و نامِ من از یاد بِبَر
Without great effort, none can reach the goal
seek wages only when you give your soul.
سعی نابرده در این راه به جایی نرسی
مزد اگر می‌طلبی طاعتِ استاد بِبَر
Promise a meeting on my dying day
then to the grave, free me from this clay.
روزِ مرگم نفسی وعدهٔ دیدار بده
وان گَهَم تا به لَحَد فارغ و آزاد بِبَر
She said last night: 'My lashes kill the weak.'
O Lord, remove the cruel words she'd speak.
دوش می‌گفت به مژگانِ درازت بِکُشم
یا رب از خاطرش اندیشهٔ بیداد بِبَر
Hafez, consider how her heart is frail
leave her threshold, cease your weeping wail.
حافظ اندیشه کن از نازکیِ خاطرِ یار
برو از دَرگَهَش این ناله و فریاد بِبَر
Cultural Context
US Interest Rank: 8/10. This poem expresses intense emotion and requests. The verse about the beloved saying 'with the long eyelashes of yours, I will kill' and asking God to 'take the thought of injustice from her memory' is a striking statement. The reference to 'the fire-temple of Fars' and 'the Tigris of Baghdad' adds cultural depth. The observation that Hafez should 'take thought from the delicacy of the friend's heart' and 'take this lamentation and cry from her threshold' is a profound statement. The poem's combination of intensity and emotional expression makes it very engaging.
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