I said, when will your lips mine satisfy?
You said, with your wishes Ill comply.
I said, your lips demand a price so high,
You said, your profits will multiply.
I said, who found you while only on himself rely?
You said, there are very few who even try.
I said, leave the idols, choose the one that wont die;
You said, for lovers, love to all will apply.
I said, the tavern drowns my every sigh;
You said, happy is the one who makes sorrows fly.
I said, in my creed, the way of wine must defy;
You said, this is the way of the creed of the old Magi.
I said, what use the wine, for one as old as I?
You said, it wets your spring of youth, which has gone dry.
I said, when will the master beside his bride lie?
You said, when the conjunction of moon and Jupiter is nigh.
I said, your praise is Hafizs ceaseless cry,
You said, this is the song of the angels in the sky.
© Shahriar Shahriari
Los Angeles, Ca
April 13, 1999
گفـتـم کی ام دهان و لبت کامران کنند
گفـتا به چشم هر چه تو گویی چنان کنند
گفـتـم خراج مـصر طلب میکند لبت
گـفـتا در این معامله کمتر زیان کنـند
گفتـم بـه نقطـه دهنت خود که برد راه
گفـت این حکایتیست که با نکته دان کنند
گفتـم صنـم پرست مشو با صمد نشین
گفتا به کوی عشق هم این و هم آن کنند
گـفـتـم هوای میکده غم میبرد ز دل
گفتا خوش آن کسان که دلی شادمان کنند
گفتم شراب و خرقه نه آیین مذهب است
گفـت این عمل به مذهب پیر مغان کنند
گفـتـم ز لعل نوش لبان پیر را چه سود
گفـتا بـه بوسـه شکرینش جوان کنند
گفتم که خواجه کی به سر حجله میرود
گفت آن زمان که مشتری و مه قران کنند
گفـتـم دعای دولت او ورد حافظ است
گفـت این دعا ملایک هفت آسمان کنند