Poem #377
English Translation
Persian
One night we'll raise our hands to heaven, and offer up a prayer
to find a cure for this deep grief of parting and despair.
ما شبی دست برآریم و دعایی بکنیم
غم هجران تو را چاره ز جایی بکنیم
My heart is sick and fainting, friends! Bring help, I implore
call the Physician to my side, my spirit to restore.
دلِ بیمار شد از دست، رفیقان مددی
تا طبیبش به سر آریم و دوایی بکنیم
That One who fled in anger, though I gave no cause for strife
bring Her again, for God's sake, to give me back my life.
آن که بی‌جرم برنجید و به تیغم زد و رفت
بازش آرید خدا را که صفایی بکنیم
The root of joy is withered dry; where is the Tavern way?
That in its air and water, we may bloom again one day.
خشک شد بیخ طرب راه خرابات کجاست
تا در آن آب و هوا نشو و نمایی بکنیم
Seek help, O heart, from Rindy souls, who know the secret art
lest in the difficulty of life, you play a losing part.
مدد از خاطر رندان طلب ای دل ور نه
کار صعب است مبادا که خطایی بکنیم
No shelter gives the common bird, no shadow for our pain
we seek the royal Huma's wing, auspicious to our gain.
سایهٔ طایر کم حوصله کاری نکند
طلب از سایهٔ میمون همایی بکنیم
My heart has fled the veil of flesh; where is the Singer sweet?
That to Hafez's ghazal now, the music we may beat.
دلم از پرده بشد حافظ خوش‌گوی کجاست
تا به قول و غزلش ساز نوایی بکنیم
Cultural Context
US Interest Rank: 8/10. This poem expresses seeking help and remedy. The verse about asking 'where is the path of the wine-houses' when 'the root of joy became dry' so they can 'do growth and appearance in that water and air' is a powerful statement. The reference to the Huma adds cultural depth. The poem's combination of seeking help and emotional expression makes it very engaging.