Another Poem in the Same Vein

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Another Poem in the Same Vein

You kings of beauty, be gentle with my secret; you who are sober, take pity on the reeling of a drunken man. You have outdone the fragrance of musk in sweetness, and overpowered the loveliness of the rose in its scent. Wherever you settle, like a breeze of paradise, the ones who arrive find rest and joy. Eyes that taught Harut at Babylon so that people could learn magic from them. You who scold me, stop blaming me for loving them; your advice has come out as something monstrous. Leave off my story and my longing be, if you have no real knowledge of such a thing. I have come to think love's young folly ignorant, yet passion has left me smitten all the same. The corners of those eyes have left me wandering, lost and bewildered, across the empty wastelands. I scatter tears whenever I string my verses together, so my words come out as both poetry and weeping. The embers of those cheeks have burned my heart, and they leave live coals smoldering in my ribs. Were it not for the sin of my glancing eye, my weak heart would not be carrying this burden. My story is like a soul made to bear, through a tyrant's injustice, the guilt of another. My patience broke over a tale of love that, told to the mountains, would make the very rocks weep. And my ruin at the slender throat of every gazelle, a throat that slaughters onlookers with longing. They came forth, and the hills keep calling out: why is this breeze so laden with perfume? I will never sober from the drunkenness of my life, if you pour me wine from those sweet lips. You who depart from Layla's tribe, it is a wonder how you can bear to endure. You who kill me with beauty, you hold half its portions, and you have left the other half to Joseph, son of Jacob. May you endure, Kaaba of beauty, honored and dear, while those wild with love for you wander, disheveled and dust-covered. Do not blame me if I have left off the pleasure of my talk; for with what other talk could I open my heart? May my life be long in this youthful passion, and by my life, God will bring about something new after this.
Explanation: Harut and Marut are angels of Babylon associated with teaching magic in Islamic tradition; here the beloved's eyes are said to have taught even them. Joseph is the Quranic emblem of perfect beauty.

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شعر ۱۹ - وله ایضا

یا ملوک الجمال رفقا باسری یا صحاة ارحموا تقلب سکری
قد غلبتم روائح المسک طیبا و قهرتم محاسن الورد نشرا
کنسیم النعیم حیث حللتم حل بالواردین روح و بشری
مقل علمت ببابل هارو ... ت علی ان یعلم الناس سحرا
عاذلی کف عن ملامی فیهن لقد جت بالنصیحة نکرا
ذر حدیثی و ما علی من الشو ... ق اذا لم تحط بذلک خبرا
بت استجهل الصباة علی الحب و اصحبت بالصبابة مغری
ترکتنی محاجر العین أغدو هائما فی محاجر البید قفرا
انثر الدمع حین انظم شعری فاتم الحدیث نظما و نثرا
جمرات الخدود احرقن قلبی و تبقین فی الجوانح جمرا
انا لولا جنایة الطرف ماکا ... ن فؤادی الضعیف یحمل وزرا
انما قصتی کوازرة کلفها جور ظالم وزر اخری
عیل صبری علی حدیث غرام لو حکیت الجبال ابکیت صخرا
وافتتانی بنحر کل غزال نحرالناظرین بالوجد نحرا
برزوا والربی تظل تنادی ما لهذا النسیم حمل عطرا
ابدا لا افیق من سکر عیشی ان سقتنی من المراشف خمرا
ایها الظاعنون من حی لیلی عجبا کیف تستطیعون صبرا
لک یا قاتلی من الحسن شطرا ... ن و خلیت لابن یعقوب شطرا
دمت یا کعبة الجمال عزیزا و بک الهائمون شعثا و غبرا
لادمی ان ترکت لهو حدیثی فبای الحدیث اشرح صدرا
طل عمری تصابیا و لعمری یحدث الله بعد ذلک امرا