My beloved, you go so gracefully, for I follow you with my head and feet. Ghazal 92 by Hafez

By @admin | poet: Hafez Shirazi

میرِ من خوَش می‌روی کاندر سر و پا میرمت

خوش خِرامان شو که پیشِ قدِ رعنا میرمت

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گفته بودی کی بمیری پیشِ من، تعجیل چیست؟

خوش تقاضا می‌کنی پیشِ تقاضا میرمت

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عاشق و مخمور و مهجورم بتِ ساقی کجاست؟

گو که بِخرامَد که پیشِ سرو بالا میرمت

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آن که عمری شد که تا بیمارم از سودایِ او

گو نگاهی کن که پیشِ چشمِ شهلا میرمت

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گفته‌ای لعلِ لبم هم درد بخشد هم دوا

گاه پیش درد و گَه پیش مداوا میرمت

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خوش خِرامان می‌روی چشمِ بد از رویِ تو دور

دارم اندر سر خیالِ آن که در پا میرمت

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گرچه جایِ حافظ اندر خلوتِ وصلِ تو نیست

ای همه جایِ تو خوَش، پیشِ همه جا میرمت

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English Translation:

My beloved, you go so gracefully, for I follow you with my head and feet.
Walk gracefully, for I follow you in front of your beautiful stature.

You said, “When will you die before me, what is the hurry?”
You make a good request, for I am coming to your request.

Where is the lover, intoxicated, and forsaken by the wine-serving beauty?
Tell her to come gracefully, for I am following her in front of her tall cypress.

She who has made me ill with her love for a lifetime,
Tell her to glance at me, for I am coming before her doe-like eyes.

You have said, “My ruby lips bring both pain and cure,”
Sometimes I come to the pain, sometimes to the cure.

Walk gracefully, may the evil eye be far from your face.
I have in my mind the thought of the one I am following.

Although Hafez has no place in the privacy of your union,
O you who are so lovely everywhere, I follow you everywhere.