Basatin al-uns 78.73

78.73

ای دل بههوس بر سر کاری نرسیتا غم نخوری به غمگساری نرسی چون شانه بهزیر اره تا سر ننهی هرگز به سر زلف نگاری نرسی و دون منال السمهریات وانطبی تاجج، نارا أو قدتها الفراغم و من رام طیب العیش أورد نفسه من الموت بحرا موجه متلاطم هم در این جدل دل خود کام میبودم که ناگاه آوازی از یک طرف باغ به گوش من آمده و بی هوشی و تحیر از آنچه بود یکی به هزار شد. دور خاطر چنان متحقق گشت که مگر نامحرمی

Unless like a comb you place your head beneath the saw, / You will never reach the tip of the beloved’s tresses.
And short of attaining the straight brown spears and the fine garments is a blazing fire kindled by brave warriors;
And whoever seeks the sweetness of life plunges himself into a sea of death whose waves are surging.”
And whoever seeks the pleasantness of life brings himself / into a turbulent, surging sea of death.
I was still engaged in this inner dispute with my own heart when suddenly a sound came to my ears from one corner of the garden, and
my swoon and bewilderment grew a thousandfold beyond what it had been. The apprehension in my mind became so vivid that [I thought] perhaps a stranger