The royal bird of fortune will fall into our trap, Ghazal 114 by Hafez

By @hamed | poet: Hafez Shirazi

همایِ اوجِ سعادت به دامِ ما افتد

اگر تو را گذری بر مُقام ما افتد

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حباب وار براندازم از نشاط کلاه

اگر ز رویِ تو عکسی به جامِ ما افتد

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شبی که ماهِ مراد از افق شود طالع

بُوَد که پرتوِ نوری به بامِ ما افتد

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به بارگاهِ تو چون باد را نباشد بار

کی اتفاقِ مجالِ سلامِ ما افتد

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چو جان فدای لبش شد خیال می‌بستم

که قطره‌ای ز زلالش به کامِ ما افتد

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خیالِ زلفِ تو گفتا که جان وسیله مساز

کز این شکار، فراوان به دامِ ما افتد

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به ناامیدی از این در مرو، بزن فالی

بُوَد که قرعهٔ دولت به نامِ ما افتد

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ز خاکِ کوی تو هر گَه که دَم زند حافظ

نسیمِ گلشن جان در مشامِ ما افتد

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Description:

English Translation:

The royal bird of fortune will fall into our trap,
If you glance at our station.

I will toss my cap in joy, like a bubble,
If a reflection of your face falls into our cup.

On the night the moon of our desire rises from the horizon,
Perhaps a ray of light will fall upon our roof.

Since the wind carries no burden to your court,
When will the chance of our greeting arrive?

As I was sacrificing my life for your lips, I imagined
That a drop of your purity might fall into my mouth.

The thought of your curl said, "Don't sacrifice your life,"
"For much prey falls into our trap from this hunt."

Don't despair and leave this door, cast a fortune,
Perhaps the lottery of fortune will fall to our name.

Whenever Hafez breathes the dust of your street,
The breeze of a heavenly garden falls on our nose.