Ibn al-Fāriḍ

 

Translation:

It is love, so surrender your body—passion is not easy

One stricken by it would not choose it, had he reason

So live without it, for love’s ease is hard

it’s beginning is sickness, and its end is death

But for me, dying in love longingly

for the one I love, is life revived abundantly

I have warned you, knowing love and my transgressions

so choose for yourself what is sweet

But if you want to live happily,

then die in love a martyr—if not, then Love has its people

For whoever does not die in love has not lived it

without facing the bees, you can never gather honey

Say unto the love-slain: “you have fulfilled its right”

and to the pretender: “how different are the black-eyed beauties and those who use eyeliner!”

Original:

هو الحُبّ فاسلم بالحشا ما الهَوى سهلَ
فـما اخـتارَهُ مُـضْنى بـه وله عقْلُ

وعِـشْ خـالياً فـالحُبّ راحتُهُ عَناً
وأَوّلُــهُ سُـقْـمٌ وآخـرُهُ قَـتْلُ

ولـكنْ لـديّ الـموتُ فـيه صَبابةً
حـياةٌ لـمَن أهـوى عليّ بها الفضل

نـصحْتُك عِـلماً بالهَوَى والذي أرى
مـخالَفَتي فـاختر لـنفسكَ مـا يحلو

فـإن شـئتَ أن تحيا سعيداً فمُتْ بِهِ
شـهـيداً وإلاّ فـالغرامُ لـهُ أهْـل

فـمن لـم يـمُتْ فـي حُبّه لم يَعِشْ به
ودون اجـتناءِ النّحل ما جنتِ النّحل

وقُـلْ لـقتيلِ الـحبّ وَفّـيتَ حقّه
ولـلمدعي هيهاتِ ما الكَحَلُ الكَحْل

Amīr Khusro

 

 

Translation:

You took my heart from my body, but you’ve stayed in my soul

You given me so much pain, and yet you remain the cure

You split my chest wide open, but in it, you’ve stayed hidden

With flirtation’s sword, you laid waste the kingdom of the heart

And yet, there you remain, a sultan amidst the ruins

The two worlds is what you’ve set as your price

Raise the price, for this is still too cheap

Like salt, I dissolved from shedding many tears

While, from your smile, you remain so sugar-sweet

My soul was freed from its body’s bonds

While my heart remains a prisoner in your curling locks

Old age and beauties’ worship seem to go along so well

Khusro, how long will you remain troubled by this turmoil?

 

Original:

          ملک دل کردی خراب از تیغ ناز

واندرین ویرانه سلطانی هنوز

           هر دو عالم، قیمت خود گفته‌ای

نرخ بالا کن که ارزانی هنوز

            ما ز گریه چون نمک بگداختیم

تو ز خنده شکرستانی هنوز

             جان ز بند کالبد آزاد گشت

دل به گیسوی تو زندانی هنوز

               پیری و شاهدپرستی هم خوشست

خسروا تا کی پریشانی هنوز؟