برای دنبال کردن کانال به حساب کاربری خود وارد شوید
ورود به حساب کاربری
X در کانال تلگرام ما عضو شوید

3
Here is the translation of this beautiful poem
https://secure.hostmonster.com/~newsyabc/facebook/hafez/sonnet.php?s=138



Memory be of that one, who, at the time of journeying memory of us made not:
Who, by farewell, joyous our grief-stricken heart made not.

That one of youthful fortune, that dashed the writing of good acceptance,
I know not why the old slave, free he made not.

The papery garment, we wash in bloody water. For, the sky,
My guidance to the standard of justice, made not.

In the hope that perchance a great cry may reach Thee, the heart
Made in this mountain, cries that Farhad made not.

Since the bird of the sward had taken its shadow from the sward,
Its nest in the curl of the tress of the box-tree, it made not.

If from Thee, the footman of the east wind will learn work possible:
For movement, swifter than this, the wind made not.

The reed of the attirer of nature draweth not the picture of desire of him
Who as to this beauty, God-given, confession made not.

O Minstrel! change the note, and strike the path, of Iraq;
For, in this path, the Beloved went; and of us recollection made not.

The ghazals of Iraq are the songs of Hafez:
This heart-consuming path, who heard, who lamentation made not.

دریافت کد نمایش

کد ویدئو با موفقیت کپی شد

گزارش مشکل

نظرات

برای ارسال نظر باید به سایت ورود کنید و یا عضو شوید.