از یاد رفته

The memory of the past remained within my heart, and alas,

یاد بگذشته به دل ماند و دریغ

there is no companion who remembers me.

نیست یاری که مرا یاد کند

My eyes remained fixed upon the road, and he sent no

دیده ام خیره به ره ماند و نداد

letter to gladden my heart.

نامه ای تا دل من شاد کند

I do not know what wrong I committed

خود ندانم چه خطایی کردم

that he broke the thread of affection with me.

که ز من رشته الفت بگسست

If I had a place within his heart,

در دلش جایی اگر بود مرا

why did he close his eyes to seeing me?

پس چرا دیده ز دیدارم بست

Wherever I look, once more it is he

هر کجا مینگرم باز هم اوست

who stares into my wet eyes.

که به چشمان ترم خیره شده

It is the pain of love which, with longing and burning,

درد عشقست که با حسرت و سوز

has overcome my heart full of sparks.

بر دل پر شررم چیره شده

I said that, if I removed him from my eyes,

گفتم از دیده چو دورش سازم

surely he would leave my heart sooner.

بی گمان زودتر از دل برود

Death must come to my rescue,

مرگ باید که مرا دریابد

or else it is a pain which goes away with difficulty.

ورنه دردیست که مشکل برود

Whenever lips glide upon my lips,

تا لبی بر لب من می لغزد

I sigh, “I wish this were he.

می کشم آه که کاش این او بود

I wish these lips which kiss me

کاش این لب که مرا می بوسد

were the burning lips of that ill-tempered one.”

لب سوزنده آن بدخو بود

When they draw me into an embrace with affection,

می کشندم چو در آغوش به مهر

I ask myself, “What became of his embrace?

پرسم از خود که چه شد آغوشش

What became of that burning fire which was

چه شد آن آتش سوزنده که بود

ablaze within his silent breath?”

شعله ور در نفس خاموشش

I wrote poetry to lift from my heart

شعر گفتم که ز دل بر دارم

the heavy burden of the sorrow of his love.

بار سنگین غم عشقش را

My poetry itself became an image of his face.

شعر خود جلوه ای از رویش شد

To whom can I tell the cruelty of his love?

با که گویم ستم عشقش را

Mother, take this comb out of my hair.

مادر این شانه ز مویم بردار

Wipe the kohl from my eyes.

سرمه را پاک کن از چشمانم

Take this dress off my body.

بکن این پیرهنم را از تن

Life is nothing but my prison.

زندگی نیست بجز زندانم

As long as his two eyes are not astonished by my face,

تا دو چشمش به رخم حیران نیست

what use is this beauty to me?

به چکار آیدم این زیبایی

Break this mirror, Mother.

بشکن این آینه را ای مادر

What do I gain from adorning myself?

حاصلم چیست ز خودآرایی

Close the door and say that I

در ببندید و بگویید که من

have broken away from everyone except him.

جز از او همه کس بگسستم

If anyone says, “Why?” I have no fear.

کس اگر گفت چرا ؟ باکم نیست

Say openly that I am in love.

فاش گویید که عاشق هستم

If a messenger arrives from a distant road,

قاصدی آمد اگر از ره دور

quickly ask from whom the message comes.

زود پرسید که پیغام از کیست

If it is not from him, say that the woman

گر از او نیست بگویید آن زن

has not been in this dwelling for a long time.

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