Camaron, Me, and ‘Attar

El Padre Santo de Roma

 

Translation:

Lailolailolailo, Leilo …

Holy Father in Rome,
I have to ask
if the sins that I have
if the sins I have,
if the sins I have,
can they be forgiven?

I’m like a sad bird
that goes from branch to branch,
singing its suffering,
singing its suffering,
because it doesn’t know how to cry.

Oh how beautiful are the flowers,
the cheerful spring
with its divine colors.
You are the sea,
I am the sand,
I’ll go with you,
wherever you want.

Europe’s Chapel,
Europe’s Chapel,
overlooking the bay
so pretty and beautiful,
so pretty and beautiful,
the fields of Andalusia.

You are the sea,
I am the sand,
I’ll go with you,
wherever you want.

Original:

Lailolailolailo, leilo…

Al Padre Santo de Roma,
le tengo que preguntar
si los pecados que tengo
si los pecados que tengo,
si los pecados que tengo,
me los puede perdonar.

Soy cómo el pájaro triste,
ay que de rama en rama va,
cantando su sufrimiento,
cantando su sufrimiento,
porque no sabe llorar.

{Olé, Paco}

Ay qué bonitas están las flores,
de la alegre primavera
con sus divinos colores.
Tú eres la mar,
yo soy la arena,
yo voy contigo,
dónde tú quieras.

De la Capilla de Europa,
de la Capilla de Europa,
se divisa la bahía
más bonita y más hermosa,
ay más bonita y más hermosa,
de la vega Andalucía.

Tú eres la mar,
yo soy la arena,
yo voy contigo,
dónde tú quieras.

 

 

You forged these chains and set me free
I’m your dream, you’re my memory
Don’t forget me, I beg you please
My darkness, light, health and disease

My love is yours, so yours is mine
So lift my ore out of this mine
Don’t leave me shrouded in my mind
Love flows behind the clouds of time

Only my death will end our war
My perfections stain your faults
My waves will crash upon your shore
Until your rocks become my salt

 

دلم دردى كه دارد با كه گويد

 

To whom can my heart speak of its pain
     To whom can I repent, for I’ve sinned again?
Alas!  Isn’t there a sympathetic freind
   who would welcome my bad luck?
When you spoke to me of abandonment
   you were a dying person describing death
Why should one wash their hands of you when
   they’re not full at the table of your union?
My heart sees your face through a hundred walls;
   it breathes your scent from a hundred leagues
I won’t forget the rose of your union
   otherwise the thorns will grow upon my grave
Today the grief of ‘Attar’s heart
   speaks or is silent by your decree

-‘Attar

Original:

دلم دردی که دارد با که گوید            گنه خود کرد تاوان از که جوید
دریغا نیست همدردی موافق        که بر بخت بدم خوش خوش بموید
مرا گفتی که ترک ما بگفتی               به ترک زندگانی کس بگوید
کسی کز خوان وصلت سیر نبود            چرا باید که دست از تو بشوید
ز صد بارو دلم روی تو بیند             ز صد فرسنگ بوی تو ببوید
گل وصلت فراموشم نگردد             وگر خار از سر گورم بروید
غم درد دل عطار امروز               چه فرمایی بگوید یا نگوید

 

Tangos of the Willows

Yo pienso como el cipres

 

 

Translation:

I will be like the willow,
I will be like the willow,
though I last one hundred years,
I will be like the willow,
that sways in the air,
but remains firm,
but remains firm.

I think like the cypress,
I think like the cypress,
the truest of truths,
the truest of truths,
that on which I stand.

For God’s sake, Lord Mayor,
Don’t hit the thieves,
because you have a child,
and part of their hearts,
ay ay ay Mother,
ay ay ay Mother.

If you comb your hair with the comb,
canastero and comb,
I can assure you
that you will curl your hair,
that you can curl,
your black hair, your hair,
if you comb your hair with the comb,
the comb of the castanero.

From the root of an olive tree
my Gypsy mother was born
and I, as her son,
I am a stem of the same branch.
Oh mai, mai oh,
Oh Mother, oh Mother.

And this scarf,
and this handkerchief,
I carry with me,
for when I cry,
I release you,
for when I cry,
I release you.

The Virgin of Remedios
has her dark face,
and the child in her arms,
handsomer than the lily.
Oh Mother, oh Mother.

I live in love, and for me your kisses,
are like the source of my thoughts.
I live in love ..

 

Original:

Ay yo seré como la mimbre,
que yo seré como la mimbre,
aunque cien años yo dure,
y yo seré como la mimbre,
y que la bambolea el aire,
pero se mantiene firme,
pero se mantiene firme.

Yo pienso como el ciprés,
yo pienso como el ciprés,
la verdad más verdadera,
la verdad más verdadera,
la de mantenerse en pié.

Por Dios, alcalde mayor,
no pegue usted a los ladrones,
porque usted tiene una niña,
y que parte los corazones,
ay ay ay mare,
ay ay ay mare.

Si te peinas con el peine,
y el peine del canastero,
y yo te puedo asegurar
y que se te riza a ti el pelo,
que se te puede rizar,
tu pelo negro, tu pelo,
si te peinas con el peine,
el peine del canastero.

De la raíz de un olivo
ay nació mi mare gitana,
y yo, como soy su hijo,
tronco de la misma rama.
Oh mai, oh mai,
oh mare, oh mare.

Y este pañuelo,
y este pañuelo,
lo llevo conmigo,
pa cuando yo lloro,
lo estreno contigo,
pa cuando yo lloro,
lo estreno contigo.

La Virgen de los Remedios
tiene su cara morena,
y el niño que está en sus brazos,
más guapo que la azucena.
Oh mare, oh mare.

Yo vivo enamorao y para mí tus besos,
son como la fuente de mis pensamientos.
Yo vivo enamorao..

 

El Embrujo de tus ojos

 

 

Translation:

I will be like the willow,
I will be like the willow,
though I last one hundred years,
I will be like the willow,
that sways in the air,
but remains firm,
but remains firm.

It appeared, it appeared,
In a dream vanishing my happiness.
God, how I remember.
I remember that day.
If great was my torment
still greater was my joy
when I woke from sleep
and I saw that it was a lie.

And I gaze at the firmament,
and I tell the stars,
of my worship and thought,
and that I adore the name Gema Gema.
When I remember you,
what a beautiful name you carry,
Gema, Gema, Gema.

When I remember you,
the spell of your eyes
that will not let me live
Like children, I cry
remembering you.
You do not go,
you do not go,
Do not leave me alone.
You do not leave me.

Look at me, and I cry,
and you say softly
“Why did you leave me?”

You and I on the blanket,
You and I in the moonlight,
and your black eyes sparkled,
reflecting tenderness.

 

Original:

Yo seré como la mimbre,
que yo seré como la mimbre,
aunque cien años yo dure,
y, yo seré como la mimbre,
y que la bambolea el aire,
pero se mantiene firme,
pero se mantiene firme.

Se apareció, se apareció,
en un ensueño despidiendo mi alegría.
Dios mío, cómo me acuerdo.
Yo me acuerdo de aquel día.
Si grande fue mi tormento
más grande fue mi alegría
cuando desperté del sueño
y yo vi que era mentira.

Y yo repaso el firmamento,
y me dicen las estrellas,
y que adorara el pensamiento,
y que adorara yo el nombre de Gema, Gema.
Cuando me acuerdo de ti,
qué bonito nombre llevas,
Gema, Gema, Gema.

 

Cuando me acuerdo de ti,
del embrujo de tus ojos
que no me dejan vivir.
Como los niños yo lloro
y acordándome de ti.
Tú no te vayas,
tu no te vayas,
tú no me dejes solo.
Tú no te vayas de mí.

Y me miras, y me lloras,
y tú me dices bajito
¿por qué me abandonas?

Tú y yo sobre la manta,
tú y yo bajo la luna,
y brillaban tus ojos negros,
reflejando la ternura.

 

I am wind, you are fire

Rumi

 

 

 

Translation:

I saw myself as a thorn, so I went towards a rose

I saw myself as vinegar, so I mixed myself in sugar

I was a bowl full of poison, so I went to the cure

I was a cup of dregs, so I dived into the water of life

My eye was full of pain, so I sought Jesus’ hand

I saw myself as raw, so I mixed with the ripe

I found the dust of love’s alley to be the soul’s eye-liner

And I became poetry in the subtlety of that dust I mixed

Love said, “Yes, that’s right,”  you said, “But don’t see it [as coming] from your self.”

I am wind and you are fire, I enliven you and inspire

 

 

Original:

خویش را چون خار دیدم سوی گل بگریختم
خویش را چون سرکه دیدم در شکر آمیختم
کاسه پرزهر بودم سوی تریاق آمدم
ساغری دردی بدم در آب حیوان ریختم
دیده پردرد بودم دست در عیسی زدم
خام دیدم خویش را در پخته‌ای آویختم
خاک کوی عشق را من سرمه جان یافتم
شعر گشتم در لطافت سرمه را می بیختم
عشق گوید راست می گویی ولی از خود مبین
من چو بادم تو چو آتش من تو را انگیختم

 

 

Camaron

 

 

Translation:

 

CHORUS 
I am the wind 
you are the fire 
and I want to burn in your embers 
or you can turn off the light with a little water
Leilere, lere lereilere 

 

2nd verse:
Why don’t you look for me
I need you to find me
my world is a cold forest
in which I lose myself
my world is an empty thing
since only you can relieve me
I’m lost
and my love is so sincere
that sometimes without losing you
I am scared of losing you
if I lose you
I’ll take a kiss from your mouth
and I want to dream of you, awake
with you, with you
Leilere lerelerelereilere

 

 

Original:

Tu mare y la mía
se habían disgustao
pelillos del roete
se han arrancao
Por que no te vienes
y me ayudas a levantarme
no ves que yo estoy caio
tengo el corazón partío tengo el corazón herio
y como no seas tú quien lo alivie
no encuentra alivio

 

ESTRIBILLO
yo soy el viento
tu eres la hoguera
y yo en tus brasas quemarme quisiera
ni el agüita claralo podrá apagar
Leilere, lere lereilere

 

Por qué no me buscas
necesito que me encuentres
mi mundo es un bosque frio
en el que yo me extravio mi mundo es algo vacioy como no seas tú quien lo alivies
yo estoy perdio
Por eso mi cariño es tan sincero
que a veces sin perderte siento miedo
de perderte
si te pierdo
te hago beso de tu boca
y te quiero soñar dispierto
contigo, contigo
Leilere lerelerelereilere

 

Along the path…

The love of her beauty is a sea of fire.
      If you’re a lover you’ll burn; such is the path.
Where a bright candle’s flame suddenly heaves
      won’t the moth burn?  Its burning is certain.
If you want love’s secret, leave faith and disbelief.
     What room is there for them in Love’s entrance?
The lover who comes to the path’s first stage
     falls in frailty like a shadow upon the ground.
After a while nothing remains of the shadow
   because the sun lies in wait in a distant place
Many thousands of travellers made pretence of Love
   Mansur is like the gemstone on the seal of the path.
Anyone who claims the pearl of truth from this sea
   is forever cherised in the courts of both worlds
The task of this path is extremely arduous;
   one person each millenium sees the path through
How will you know the people of the path? for they
   first walk on this path, then on the seventh heaven
Along the path, ‘Attar came upon a place
   higher than body and soul, outside of kindness and hate.

 

modified from K. Avery and A. Alizadeh.  Fifty Poems of ‘Attar.  Anomaly, 2007

Original:

    عشق جمال جانان دریای آتشین است
گر عاشقی بسوزی زیرا که راه این است
   جایی که شمع رخشان ناگاه بر فروزند
پروانه چون نسوزد کش سوختن یقین است
   گر سر عشق خواهی از کفر و دین گذر کن
کانجا که عشق آمد چه جای کفر و دین است
   عاشق که در ره آید اندر مقام اول
چون سایه‌ای به خواری افتاده در زمین است
   چون مدتی برآید سایه نماند اصلا
کز دور جایگاهی خورشید در کمین است
   چندین هزار رهرو دعوی عشق کردند
برخاتم طریقت منصور چون نگین است
   هرکس که در معنی زین بحر بازیابد
در ملک هر دو عالم جاوید نازنین است
   کاری قوی است عالی کاندر ره طریقت
بر هر هزار سالی یک مرد راه‌بین است
    تو مرد ره چه دانی زیرا که مرد ره را
اول قدم درین ره بر چرخ هفتمین است
    عطار اندرین ره جایی فتاد کانجا
برتر ز جسم و جان است بیرون ز مهر و کین است

 

 

Translation of lyrics:

Walking, walking, walking alone
I found my gypsy bathing in the river

 

She can not live without me,
I can not live without her,
I am the sun that shines,
she is for me the star,
that illuminates my dream!

 

Walking, walking, walking alone
I found my gypsy bathing in the river

 

She is my joy
When your hair caresses my face,
Between my kisses I get lost gazing in
Your black eyes and I’m going crazy

 

Original:
Caminando,caminando,caminando voy solito
a buscar a mi gitana que lavando esta en el rio!
No puede vivir sin mi,
no puedo vivir sin ella,
yo soy el sol q le alumbra,
ella es para mi la estrella,
la que alumbra mi sueño!

 

Caminando,caminando,caminando voy solito
a buscar a mi gitana que lavando esta en el rio!
Ella es mi alegria
cuando su pelo acaricia mi cara
y entre mis besos yo me pierdo mirando
sus ojos negros y yo me vuelvo loco

 

 

And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips, bidding adieu

Hafez
Come tell me what it is that I have gained
From loving you,
Apart from losing all the faith I had
And knowledge too?

 

Though longing for you scatters on the wind
All my life’s work
Still, by the dust on your dear feet, I have
kept faith with you

 

And even though I’m just a tiny mote
In love’s great kingdom,
I’m one now with the sun, before your face,
In loving you

 

Bring wine! In all my life I’ve never known
A corner where
I could sit snugly, safely, and enjoy
Contentment too

 

And, if you’re sensible, don’t ply me with
Adivce; your words
Are wasted on me, and the reason is
I’m drunk; it’s true!

 

How can I not feel hopeless shame when I
Am near my love?
What service could I offer her?
What could I say or do?

 

Hafez is burned, but his bewitching love
Has yet to say,
“Hafez I wounded you, and here’s the balm
I send for you.”

 

From: Dick Davis.  Faces of Love: Hafez and the Poets of Shiraz.  Mage, 2012

 

غزل 315- به غیر از آن که بشد دین و دانش از دستم

Original:
بغیــر از آنکـــه بشد دین و دانـش از دستـــــم
بیــا بگــــو که ز عشقت چــــه طرف بربستـم
اگـــر چه خرمن عمـــرم غم تو داد بیـــــــــاد
بخـــاک پای عـــزیزت که عهـــــد نشکستـــم
چـــو ذره گـــر چه حقیـــرم ببین بدولت عشق
که در هــــوای رخت چون به مهــــر پیوستم
بیار باده که عمـــریست تا من از ســــــرا من
به کنج عــــافیت از بهـــــــر عیـش ننشستـــم
اگـــر زمـــردم هشیاری ای نصحیت گـــــــو
سخن بخاک میفکـــن چـــــرا کــــه من مستم
چگونه سر ز خجالت بر آورم بـــــــر دوست
که خـــدمتی به سزا بر نیامــــــــد از دستــــم
بسوخت حافظ و آن یـــــار دلســـــوز نـــگفت
کـــه مـــرهمی بفـــرستم که خاطرش خستـــم

 

Camaron

Translation:

Life is an illusion
that no one lives without
nor can it be solved
Because it’s like a star
no one has ever reached

When I met you I loved you
I gave you love and warmth
and finally I realized
that was a mistake
that I suffered with you

 

Original:

La vida es una ilusión
que nadie vive sin ella
y no tiene solución
porque es como una estrella
que jamás nadie alcanzó

Cuando yo a ti te conocí
te di cariño y calor
y al final me convencí
que fue una equivocación
la que yo contigo sufrí

 

Keats

Two stanzas from “An Ode to Melancholy”:

But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,
Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,
And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.

She dwells with Beauty – Beauty that must die;
And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips:
Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veil’d Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy’s grape against his palate fine;
His soul shall taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.

 

Camaron and Hafez: Love’s Minstrels

Translation of Lyrics:

Strumming the strings of his guitar,
Strumming the strings of his guitar,
A Sultan complained of his Queen.

Two wells of stars, your black eyes,
And a moonless rose, your black hair,
Your black hair, your black hair,
Two wells of stars, your black eyes.

The rosemary bush smells of your body,
The rosemary bush smells of your body,
No jasmine on earth is more tender
No jasmine on earth is more tender.

Although a powerful king, I am a beggar,
Although a powerful king, I am a beggar,
If I lack the flames of your love,
Of your love, of your love,
If I lack the fire of your love.

Do not mess with me anymore,
Do not mess with me anymore,
Because you know too well
Because you tease me
Because you tease me.

Original:
Rasgueando las cuerdas de su guitarra,
Rasgueando las cuerdas de su guitarra,
Un sultán se quejaba de su sultana.
Son dos pozos de estrellas tus ojos negros,
Y una rosa sin luna tu pelo negro,
Tu pelo negro, tu pelo negro,
Son dos pozos de estrellas, tus ojos negros.
A mata de romero huele tu cuerpo,
A mata de romero huele tu cuerpo,
No hay en la tierra mora jazmin mas tierno
No hay en la tierra mora jazmin mas tierno
Siendo un rey poderoso soy un mendigo,
Siendo un rey poderoso soy un mendigo,
Si me faltan las llamas de tu cariño,
De tu cariño, de tu cariño,
Si me faltan las llamas de tu cariño.
No te metas más conmigo,
No te metas más conmigo,
Porque de sobra tú sabes
Que tú roneas conmigo,
Que tú roneas conmigo.

 

Translation:
Love’s minstel has wonderful harmony and melody
Every song in his repertoire has a path to a place
May the world never be empty of the cry of lovers
Because it has a sweet and joyful voice
Although our dreg-draining Pir has neither gold nor force,
He has a sin-forgiving and fault-concealing God
My heart was honoured like this sugar-worshipping fly
Since he became Your desire, he has the splendor of the Huma
It is not far from justice, if he asks around
that king who has a beggar for a neighbor
I showed my bloody tears to the physicians, they said:
“It’s love’s pain and the burning of the liver has the cure”
Avoid the tyranny of glances, for in Love’s way
 Each act has a recompense, and every deed, a reward
That idol of a Christian wine seller well said:
“Enjoy the happiness on the face of a pure one”
O Great King!  Hafiz, a member of your court, recites the fatiha
And desires a prayer from your tongue

 

Original:
          مطرب عشق عجب ساز و نوایی دارد
 نقش هر نغمه که زد راه به جایی دارد
                    عالم از ناله عشاق مبادا خالی
که خوش آهنگ و فرح بخش صدايى دارد
     پیر دردی کش ما گر چه ندارد زر و زور
 خوش عطابخش و خطاپوش خدایی دارد
             محترم دار دلم کاین مگس قندپرست
 تا هواخواه تو شد فر همایی دارد
             از عدالت نبود دور گرش پرسد حال
 پادشاهی که به همسایه گدایی دارد
               اشک خونین بنمودم به طبیبان گفتند
 درد عشق است و جگرسوز دوایی دارد
         ستم از غمزه میاموز که در مذهب عشق
 هر عمل اجری و هر کرده جزایی دارد
           نغز گفت آن بت ترسابچه باده فروش
 شادی روی کسی خور که صفایی دارد
 خسروا حافظ درگاه نشین فاتحه خواند
 و از زبان تو تمنای دعایی دارد

Flamenco is Love and Pain

“Flamenco is love and pain,” he said. “Heartbreak. In art there has to be pain, that is clear – it is like life, whether you want it or not, it is there.”

-Vicente Amigo in an interview

 Hafez says…

مرا می*بینی و هر دم زیادت می*کنی دردم

Marâ mibini o hardam, ziyâdat mikoni dardam

Every time you look into my eyes, you put salt into my wounds

تو را می*بینم و میلم زیادت می*شود هر دم

Tow râ mibinam o meylam ziyâdat mishavad har dam

Every time I look into your eyes, my passion soars for you

به سامانم نمی*پرسی نمی*دانم چه سر داری

Beh sâmânam nemiporsi, nemidânam cheh sar dâri

You never ask about my well being, I don’t know what you are going to do with me

به درمانم نمی*کوشی نمی*دانی مگر دردم

Beh darmânam nemikooshi, nemidâni magar dardam

You do not try to heal my wounds as if you are unaware of them

نه راه است این که بگذاری مرا بر خاک و بگریزی

Na râh ast in keh bogzâri marâ bar khâk o bogrizi

Leaving me here on the ground is not respectable

گذاری آر و بازم پرس تا خاک رهت گردم

Gozâri âr o bazam prs ta khâk-e rahat gardam

Return to me and look for me – I will be the dust of your road forever*

ندارم دستت از دامن بجز در خاک و آن دم هم

Nadaram dastat az dâman bejoz dar khâk o ân dam ham

I cannot reach you, I would only reach your skirt if I became dust**, but even in that case

که بر خاکم روان گردی بگیرد دامنت گردم

Keh bar khâkam ravân gardi, begirad dâmanat gardam

When you would walk over my dust, your skirt would absorb all of it***

From Allthelyrics.com

 

Like water…

“Consider the creatures as pure and limpid water, within which shine the Attributes of the Almighty.  Their knowledge, their justice, their kindness all are stars of heaven reflected in flowing water.  Kings are a locus of manifestation for God’s Kingliness, the learned a locus for His Knowledge.  Generations have passed, and this is a new generation. The moon is the same, the water different.  Justice is the same justice, learning the same learning, but peoples and nations have changed.  Generation upon generation has passed, oh friend, but these Meanings are constant and everlasting.  The water in the stream has changed many times, but the reflection of the moon and the stars remains the same.   All pictured forms are reflections in the water of the stream; when you rub your eyes, indeed, all are He.”

Mawlana Jalaluddin Rumi qs : Mathnavi VI 3172-78, 83

 

حافظ از مشرب قسمت گله ناانصا فیست   طبع چون آب و غزل‌های روان ما را بس

Hafez, don’t rail against your fate!
Your nature flows,
As does your verse, like water as
It comes and goes…that’s quite enough for me

 

From: Dick Davis.  Faces of Love: Hafez and the Poets of Shiraz.  Mage, 2012

Como el Agua

 

 

Like water

Divine light of my heart
Illuminating my heart
My body walks cheerfully
Because it’s carrying your illusion.

Oh, like water.
Like water.
Like water.

Like clear water
Running down from the mountain,
I want to see you
Day and night.

Oh, like water.
Like water.
Like water.

I want all of your warmth
My body is yours
If you want
We both have fire
Running in our blood.

Oh, like water.
Like water.
Like water.

If your eyes were
Green olive,
All night long, I would be
Crushing
Crushing, crushing,
Crushing
All night long, I would be
Crushing
Crushing, crushing,
Crushing, crushing
Crushing

Oh, like water.
Like water.
Like water.

 

Original

Como el agua

Luz del alma mia divina
que a mi me alumbra mi corazon
mi cuerpo alegre camina
porque de ti lleva la ilusion.

Ay, como el agua.
Como el agua.
Como el agua.

Como el agua clara
que abaja del monte,
asi quiero verte
de dia y de noche.

Ay, como el agua.
Como el agua.
Como el agua.

De ti deseo yo to el calor
pa ti mi cuerpo si
lo quieres tu
fuego en la sangre nos
corre a los dos.

Ay, como el agua.
Como el agua.
Como el agua.

Si tus ojillos fueran
aceitunitas verdes,
toa la noche estaria
muele que
muele, muele que
muele,
toa la noche estaria
muele que
muele, muele
que
muele, muele
que muele.

Ay, como el agua.
Como el agua.
Como el agua.

 

translation and lyrics from this site

 

Hafez and Flamenco

Translation:

Everyone who became an intimate of the heart, remained in my love’s sanctuary
and the one who didn’t understand this remained in denail

 

Don’t fault my heart if it shed its veil.
Thank God it didn’t stay veiled in its imagination

 

The Sufis redeemed all the clothes they pawned for wine
Only our coat remained in the tavern

 

The other Sufis passed by drunk and no one noticed
Only our story remained the talk of every bazaar

 

The ruby wine that we took from that pale hand
Turned to pure regret and remained in our eyes

 

My heart has been his lover from before creation to beyond time
We have heard of no one else who has been eternal in this work

 

I have never seen a more beautiful reminder
than the words of love that linger in this turning dome

 

The narcissus tried to mimic your sultry eyes
Your ways were beyond him, and he lies sick still

 

The robe I wore covered a hundred faults,I pawned it for wine
and what remained was the musician and the infidel’s belt

 

The Chinese painting became so amazed by your beauty
That its speech remained all over the walls

 

One day Hafez’s heart went to gaze at his lovely curls
It meant to return, but remained entangled there forever.

 

 

Modified from Elizabeth Gray’s The Green Sea of Heaven.  White Cloud Press, 1995

Original:

هر که شد محرم دل در حرم يار بماند                  وان که اين کار ندانست در انکار بماند
اگر از پرده برون شد دل من عيب مکن                   شکر ايزد که نه در پرده پندار بماند
صوفيان واستدند از گرو می همه رخت                      دلق ما بود که در خانه خمار بماند
محتسب شيخ شد و فسق خود از ياد ببرد                 قصه ماست که در هر سر بازار بماند
هر می لعل کز آن دست بلورين ستديم                   آب حسرت شد و در چشم گهربار بماند
جز دل من کز ازل تا به ابد عاشق رفت                    جاودان کس نشنيديم که در کار بماند
گشت بيمار که چون چشم تو گردد نرگ                     شيوه تو نشدش حاصل و بيمار بماند
از صدای سخن عشق نديدم خوشتر                            يادگاری که در اين گنبد دوار بماند
داشتم دلقی و صد عيب مرا می‌پوشيد                  خرقه رهن می و مطرب شد و زنار بماند
بر جمال تو چنان صورت چين حيران شد                که حديثش همه جا در در و ديوار بماند
به تماشاگه زلفش دل حافظ روزی                                شد که بازآيد و جاويد گرفتار بماند

They say the world is like that

Look gypsy girl, gypsy girl how I love you
Last night I dreamed about you
I woke up and you’re not there
And I say to myself, girl
How alone I am now
Life is a lie
Life is a lie
And everyone who has money
Has smiles on their faces
In summer the heat
And in winter really cold
And because I have no money
I’ll stay the same
They say the world is like that
Why do they say that?
I know they speak about me
Right now good or badly
I stay happy
Because I stay in the present
And I say to myself
Let them tell me
Let them tell me
They say Alejando Sanz
Is the heart breaker
But when I come out to sing
I give you my heart (my all)
Look, what a gypsy I am
That I sell my shirt
Everywhere I go.

 

Original:

Dicen que el mundo es asi
Que mira gitanita, gitana como te quiero…
Anoche soñe contigo
Me he despierto y tú no estaba
Y me digo mamaíta (x2)
Que solito me quedaba
La vida es una mentira
La vida es un engaño
Y todos que tienen el dinero
Las risas tienen en los labios
En el verano la calor
En el invierno mucho frío
Y yo como no tengo dinero
Me tiro el vestido
Dicen que el mundo es así
¿Por qué lo dice la gente?
Yo sé que hablan de mi
Para bien o malamente
Y yo sigo muy feliz
Porque yo sigue muy presente
Y yo digo para mí
Que me lo cuenten
Y dicen que alejando san
Parte los corazones
Y pero yo cuando
Esa mana canta (x2)
Mira que gitano soy
Que yo vendo mi camisa
Por donde quiera que voy

from http://lyricstranslate.com

Hafez and Estrella Morente

Hafez Ghazal 271

Don’t ask me how many complaints I have about her black hair
For I became so undone because of her that its beyond telling

 

Let no one abandon heart and faith in hope of fidelity
I did this.  Don’t ask me how sorry I am.

 

With one innocent drink that hurt no one,
I drew such trouble from the ignorant that it’s beyond telling

 

Ascetic, pass by.  Peace be with you.
Don’t ask how this ruby wine destroys heart and faith.

 

I desired a life of virtue and righteousness but
That enticing narcissus is so artful it’s beyond telling

 

On this road there are disputes that melt the soul
Each one cries out, “Don’t look at this!  Don’t ask about that!”

 

I thought I would ask the orb of heaven how it was with him
He said, ” I suffer so much in the mallet’s curve it’s beyond telling.”

 

 I said to her, “With whose blood did you curl your hair.”
She said, “Hafiz it’s a long story.  By the Qur’an, don’t ask.”

 

Translation by Elizabeth Gray in The Green Sea of Heaven. White Cloud Press, 1995

Original:
                  دارم از زلف سیاهش گله چندان که مپرس
که چنان ز او شده‌ام بی سر و سامان که مپرس
                      کس به امید وفا ترک دل و دین مکناد
که چنانم من از این کرده پشیمان که مپرس
                  به یکی جرعه که آزار کسش در پی نیست
زحمتی می‌کشم از مردم نادان که مپرس
                   زاهد از ما به سلامت بگذر کاین می لعل
دل و دین می‌برد از دست بدان سان که مپرس
                          پارسایی و سلامت هوسم بود ولی
شیوه‌ای می‌کند آن نرگس فتان که مپرس
                  گفت‌وگوهاست در این راه که جان بگدازد
هر کسی عربده‌ای این که مبین آن که مپرس
                     گفتم از گوی فلک صورت حالی پرسم
گفت آن می‌کشم اندر خم چوگان که مپرس
                         گفتمش زلف به خون که شکستی گفتا
حافظ این قصه دراز است به قرآن که مپرس

 

 

Translation:

It’s not your fault
and I don’t even blame you
I whisper
and these evil tongues
that go around the world
To the mountains of Armenia
I want to go
where there are no Moors or Christians
talking about me
I don’t sleep at night,
nor during the day
thinking of my love
I lose my mind

Original:

Tu no tienes la culpa
ni yo a ti te culpo
me lo murmuran
y esa malas lenguas
que andan por el mundo

a la sierra de Armenia
yo me quiero ir
donde no hubiera
moros ni cristianos
que hablen de mi

y de noche no duermo
de día tampoco
pensando en mi compañero
yo me vuelvo loca