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[maleke-dande]

نگر تا این شب خونین سحر کرد چه خنجرها که از دلها گذر کرد

Houshang Ebtehaj

Negar taa in shabe khoonin sahar kard Che khanjarhaa ke az delhaa gozar kard

Hark! Until this bloody night gave way to dawn, How the daggers pierced my chest

[maleke-dande]

دلا دیدی که خورشید از شب سرد چو آتش سر ز خاکستر برآورد

Houshang Ebtehaj

Delaa didi ke khorshid az shabe sard Cho aatash sar ze khaakestar baraavard

O my heart, did you see? That the sun emerged From the cold night, as if aflame from dead ash.

[maleke-dande]

ازلی

چو شـب به راه تو مانـدم که ماه من باشی چراغ خلوت این عاشق کهن باشی به سان سبزه پریشان سرگذشت شبم نیامدی تو که مهتاب این چمن باشی تو یار خواجه نگشتی به صد هنر ، هیهات که بر مراد دل بی قرار من باشی تو را به ایینه داران چه التفات بود چنین که شیفته ی حسن خویشتن باشی دلم ز نازکی خود شکست در غم عشق وگرنه از تو نیاید که دلشکن باشی وصال آن لب شیرین به خسروان دادند تو را نصیب همین بس که کوهکن باشی ز چاه غصه رهایی نباشدت ، هر چند به حسن یوسف و تدبیر تهمتن باشی خموش سایه که فریاد بلبل از خامی ست چو شمع سوخته آن به که بی سخن باشی

Azali

cho shab be raahe to maandam ke maahe man baashi cheraaghe khalvate in 'aasheghe kohan baashi be saane sabze parishaan sargozashte shabam nayaamadi to ke mahtaabe in chaman baashi to baare khaajeh nakeshi be sad hezaar heyhaat ke bar moraad del bi gharaare man baashi to raa be aayineh daaraan che eltefaat bood chenin ke shifteye hosne khishtan baashi delam ze naazokiye khod shekast dar ghame eshgh vagarnah az to nayaayad ke delshekan baashi vesaal aan labe shirin be khosravaan daadand to raa nasib hamin bas ke koohkan baashi ze chaah ghaseh rahaayi nabaashadat, har chand be hosne yoosef o tadbire tahamtan baashi khamooshe saayeh ke faryaade bolbol az khaamist cho sham'e sookhteh aan beh ke bi sokhan baashi

Eternity

I spend the night in your path, as if you are my moon As if you are the little lamp of this ancient love I am like the scatter-brained meadow in nights gone by When you didn't come. You, the moonlight that illuminates me You, for whom 100,000 butlers could not carry your cases For you exceed my impatient heart's desire What favour do I earn for holding a mirror to your face If you are consumed by your own beauty? (1) In the sorrow of love, my heart broke from its own fragility For it doesn't seem that you are its heart-breaker. To give the union of that Sweet lip to the Kings (2) Was the outcome that in vain I carved the mountains (3) You will not be my release from the well of grief, although You are the beauty of Joseph and the cunning of Rostam (4) Be the quiet of the tree's shadow, not the naive cry of the nightingale (5) Like the burnt candle (6), it is the best that you be silent.

Footnotes explaining this poem's metaphors are under the cut.

(2) There is a massive pun here between "Sweet" and "Kings" that references the epic, Khosrow and Shirin (Persian Romeo and Juliet). "Khosrow" means "King" and "Shirin" means "Sweet". So in another way, they're saying "They gave the union of that lip of Shirin to the Khosrows".

(3) This is a reference to Farhad, who's Khosrow's main love-rival in Khosrow and Shirin. Shirin didn't want to marry Khosrow until he reclaimed his country from some other guy. To get this one ally to help him take back his country, Khosrow had to get married to that ally's daughter. He gets back his country, but now he can't marry Shirin because he's married. Farhad the sculptor/architect comes along and falls so in love with Shirin that Khosrow gets jealous, so he exiles him to carve a set of stairs into a huge mountain range. This is a near-impossible task, but Farhad tries anyway because he reckons he'll get royal permission to marry Shirin if he does. It doesn't happen because Khosrow decides to lie and send him a messenger saying Shirin's dead and Farhad throws himself off a cliff. This is exactly what "in vain I carved the mountains" means.

(4) Islamic Joseph was this ridiculously pretty guy. He was so pretty, when he walked into a room full of straight chicks who were cutting fruit, they all cut their own hands. His story starts off when all his brothers throw him into a well because he was his father's favourite. He eventually gets out when a passing merchant hears his voice and saves him, only to sell him as a slave to the king, which leads to more troubles because then the queen throws herself onto him and makes an ass out of herself, so she puts him in prison to save her own dignity. "You will not be my release from the well of grief" indeed. Also, Rostam was basically Persian Hercules. He's the mythical warrior that kept Persia victorious.

(5) The rose and the nightingale is a very common theme in Persian poetry. Basically the nightingale is head-over-heels in love with the rose. The nightingale is naive, obsessive, flighty, constantly singing to the rose but can never get close to it. The rose is thorny, proud, near perfection in beauty, and never returns the nightingale's love. Sufis use this theme to talk about love for God, but it is also used to talk about love of humans. This guy is saying if he acts like the nightingale, she'll become the rose. But if instead he acts like a tree's shadow, then she'll walk over to him of her own accord and rest underneath his shade. He's basically trying to not wear his heart on his sleeve and be more stoic. It's also a play on women being the light and men being the dark.

(6) Persians talk about people being candles when they talk about someone who gives to people and brightens up their life, sometimes at the expense of their own livelihood (candles do use wax to give people light after all). This guy wants to extinguish his own flame and stop throwing himself at the feet of a woman at the expense of his own mind. More play on light vs. shadow.

It's also interesting that Ebtehaj (a modern poet) does what a lot of ancient poets did and started talking to himself in the last two lines of the poem. He also writes in ghazal form which is more of an ancient form. But the language he uses is modern and simple like modern poetry. This is cuz he belongs to the school of Persian poetry that seeks to reconcile ancient and modern Persian poetry.