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Denis Bezmelnitsin
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Baba Taher
باباطاهر
Do-baytis
Two-Couplets
دوبیتیها
Translated from Farsi (Luri dialect) by
Denis Bezmelnitsin
November 2019
بِسمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحمٰنِ الرَّحيمِ
In the name of God,
the All-Compassionate, the Most Merciful
My Beloved - a rose garden - Your place;
In furnace I sit all in ash...
The same: whether in orchard, or furnace, or waste;
Like fledgeling in nest, all I see is Your Face...
161
How well is that hour when Thy Face I behold,
When I see Your black fragrant curls...
For never my heart has happiness seen,
Save the moments Your Image I saw...
163
I don't know, this dizziness, why?
Sometimes I weep, sometimes I cry...
But every pain abates with a time,
But not mine... no remedy... Why?
167
Flame of love, Master, make more intense;
My heart wounded and scar'd more injuréd make...
If this dolour somehow I'll scape, -
With hundred spikes soul of mine hail...
187
Without Ye, be in sorrow my heart every breath,
When with me my Sweetheart doesn't share the breaths;
A thousand blessings of Lord is in woe -
When our hearts are in dew pure and fresh...
139
Come those brokenhearted, with me cry...
For beloved, let's untimidly cry, you and I;
With nightingale let's become hopeless lovers 'mid shrubs,
If nightingale doesn't wail, let we sing, let we cry...
173
How blest are they - having nor shore, neither head;
In pose of lotus they sit crossing legs...
Days and nights all along in patience they
Contemplate in mem'ry the Beloved's dear Face...
178
Not a moment void of sorrow in my heart without Ye -
When that Lover the breaths doesn't share with me;
The thousand blessings of God be in grief,
When in our hearts a few dew appears from it...
193
I have head - no shores of it, nay...
I have sadness - no bottom of it, nay;
If you don't believe, on me, ay,
Look, no remedy be for my pain...
196
By God, I swear, my everything - You, only You,
By Arabian Lord, - my soul belongs only to You;
I don't know who as me, nor how many...
All I know - my cure is You...
199
My Spring is Autumn, rosery mine;
By sadness wrested, ah, my roots...
Hey, wounded-hearted, relieve my plight,
And make that day my heart anew.
203
A safety from my ominous stars;
A dole from my fortune o'ercast;
A sky, when this spite will give up..?
Rivers of blood from my dolorous heart...
204
Without You, tears are falling from eyelashes wet,
Without You, a palm of my hope grows not;
Day and night, without You in the nook of solitude yet
I spend that my life may come to an end...
207
How well that hour when Beloved comes from the door;
Parting at night, all the day only dole...
With a longing desire from heart I'll banish my self,
That instead, my Beloved to come on its place - all I want...
210
Their trills for the men do resound,
But listen to Spirit, its sounds...
Pass away dear friends round by round,
When my bout shall come - ah to that hour...
215
Without Ye a garden of roses - a furnace for me;
A furnace - rose meadow for me be with Ye...
My garden, me shrub, my rose are yours,
As word for the dead, soul for the corpse you give...
216
Soul of mine from Thy love turned in flame,
A handful of ash - what is left from my frame...
A sprout of Thy love from the heart if is torn -
A thousand others shall germenate...
232
Friends' season is seething of Spring,
The fields of tulips vermeil, and vales full of green;
Time of boon and of bliss, in this season you will
Understand that a lower world unsteady to be.
233
A longing for rose of Your lawn in my heart,
Within a breast - Thy flame I hast...
I become a tulip vermeil; a tulip I pluck,
And see that a tulip also Your fire hath...
241
I saw a bird of voice so sweet,
Which melodies by morning sing...
Upon a thorn with rose wails
That a lover be vain, will be vain...
263
Why is haunting to hurt my the sky?
If not a rose, a thorn then why?
On my shoulders the burden, O thou
Who will not lift it; So heavy it why?
264
I sit on Your road, for You wait,
When joyfully to me Thy face unveil...
A day by day I am still sitting,
That Ye may see how bitter is unfulfilment.
265
After darkness nocturnal Ye brought the glory of day,
Thus become alive from Thy power being and place...
But hark to the truth from Tahér who became
Strong, all two worlds, Lord, make him to contain...
266
O Thou who fondle the eyes with surma sad,
O Thou who summit of love embellishést,
O Thou - two tresses black on the back;
Why he's gone astray to me say...
267
Dear friends the sadness, pain dispel...
In eyes of mine light vanish'd, fled;
In trap of exile, separation I caught,
No lover, nor neighbour, nor friend...
268
Each evening and morning moan I and cry,
The streamlets are flowing from eyes of mine;
I am that wretchéd in ochard of world...
The rose I cherished, alas, grown a thorn.
269
In the field of my thoughts grows sadness onlý,
In my garden but rose grows of grief;
In the heath of my heart cropless alsó
The weed of despair grows not...
270
O Lord, dole is in heart, heart in dole is, sin
Did my eyes, heart thereof in dole be...
If Ye, O Lord, made not a sight, -
How could know the heart, lovely maidens where be...
271
Pure, my blood is pure, what tribute!
Every friend was unfaithful whom I took;
Ah to Shirāz to dash if I could,
Where hundred familiars be in each avenue.
274
The lover in trial constantly be:
Like Job in Kerman struck with affliction been,
Like Hasan with a cup of poison in hand,
Like Husayn in Karbala plain...
275
In trap of Beloved the heart afflicted be,
Separation is bale, union - bale...
In this crushing heart - the blood only,
Ye speak that field of Karbala the heart not be...
276
The world is a gaol without fulfilment for me,
All the grief is my lot and potion to drink;
The sorrow of Jacob, and woes of Job...
All are saying: These bales are thy lot...
277
In the garden and mead tulip His be;
All my hair like rime become, if
To the East caravan set out, -
To His Bengal then take me...
278
Thy curl is most ointed, fragrant, and black,
Thy curls enthrolled a thousand hearts...
All groans and ohs and wails availed not,
Out of granite hard is thy heart, they say...
279
In the sea of grief heart is adrift...
From Thee I apart, thereof flame in my heart;
From eyelashes Your arrows me hit...
And from it every instant in heart fire increase...
280
My heart is always on way, and wet are my eyes,
Bitter drink, pieces broken - my life...
In abode lofty the life I seek after death...
Ah 'tis Thine, if o'er my grave will be tomb and the gate.
281
How well is that heart - unconscious of itself:
Whether in trip, or remains at a place;
In vale, or in waste, or on rock, as Majnūn
After Leily, running with eyes briny wet...
283
That garden of palms on the moon, -
The heart of its keeper is always in blood;
It should be severed from root,
Then jewels and rubies will be his fruits.
288
My night is the night darkest and deep,
Ache of my heart from Many-gifted increase;
For every ache a remedy be,
But for mine onely ah... not for me...
289
Thy wealth and majesty there increase
If thy heart suffers here and bleeds;
If thou the crown of king will put on your head, -
Thy soul will hit a spear then...
292
Your eyes are brighter than the sun,
Hit strong my soul Your dart of love;
To me was portent of Thy mole black,
More hurt than me will be the lover promised that.
295
Hey moon, how good is thy Union tonight,
Will be peace in my heart from the Union thine;
From thy love, O moon, lovely, fast, -
The hand of grief on my head all the time.
296
Ah heart, thy road full of thorns to be,
Thy path to the sphere - its peak...
Gloomy night, and desert remote - your abode,
Happy are those whose burthen less be...
297
Night is black, and desert - nourishment.
On this way the light is scant...
If a skin peels from your hand, do not say
"Would my burden be less..." Nay...
298
Ah heart, full of barbs be thy way,
So little of light on this way...
If a skin peels from your hand, -
"May my burthen less be!" This don't say!
299
Fret in the heaven, and seethes the sky;
The well of my fortune - in salt...
Rises a smoke, a smoke of my sighs,
My tears flooded Arcturus remote.
300
My heart - nightingale with a tint of rose amazed,
Within me is tree a flower like;
A burden I bear heavy from pain...
A lot of palm tree - heart in blood, full of sighs.
301
From burthen doleful always I am drooped,
And you, like me, the grief will drinkest too;
But free from sadness never shall I be;
My hapless heart is mount sad of grief...
302
Among the mob ignoble shall my lover dwell,
The crown on my head - the tellings well;
If lordship o'er Shiraz my lover grants...
Ah what a joy for me it will be then...
304
Do not think that prison is better, nay!
"But my valley is better than your rocks..!" You will say.
As a furnace hopeless and dingy for me
Be my garden dull without ye...
305
If this inclement will be clement, why
The tears briny run, and run..?
If this my lover will be kind,
Then why I feel within nor soul, nor heart?
306
From this love my heart is burning, soul afire;
From giving thanks the fragrance in my mouth...
Those lords ye will be with that night, -
I feel with them myself anow as a fly...
307
He said, "Be!" and creatures are guests;
Today is a rose, tomorrow a fall...
This dingy pit which name is a grave,
They say, "'Twill be for thee home..."
308
O Lord whose place - is no place,
A purity be the beauty of flower-faced;
Who brought into being the creatures and night
With a day, - every His servant He daily sustains.
309
In the world - the roses, tulips are myriád.
Each one in the eyes of another is beautifíc,
But my tulip in beauty excels in this gard'n
All the rest which therein be...
310
All what I say are sayings of them, -
From small to the long - all theirs I tell...
If I plunge in the sea - I will bring a gem,
Every gem that I see - speech of them.
312
Is overturned my fortune, blackened,
Is overset my day, got pale;
Of Love became I vagrant
For sake of heart, which ah, replete with pain...
315
That candle with blazing tears - I am,
Who wounded in heart - hath the same state.
Each night I cry and every day weep, -
My day and my night are alike without Ye...
316
Each night for love's sake my state is so.
Brick is my couch and ground is bed...
How well is that I yet love Thee more,
The very one whom You love - his state is so.
317
A glass full of wine are Your eyes,
Thy lavish eyebrows are lord many blest;
You promises make today, that tomorrow... But I
Do not know tomorrow that when...
318
There are seven tulips of mounts,
The violets seven as places are;
A caller goes from town to town;
There seven fulfilments of blissfuls are...
320
Came the Spring, on each prickle is rose,
Multitude on each tulip of birds...
To put a foot on any spot I cannot,
Because my heart is wounded the most.
321
'Tis evident that you became vain,
Ye shall never return from the journey you make;
You closed all doors before me...
You act in such manner, say, who are ye..?
324
Not for reward, nor the profit, nor charm,
Nor for welfare I care in heart;
A side rillet or spring to be? Nay...
In every my spring - living rivers and lakes.
325
Since that day Ye created me
Only my disobeyance Ye seen...
By truth, O the Lord, Thy four and eight;
My stains and sins, please, forgive...
327
Why are thou unsteady, say...
As a rose upon vernal wind...
Why do you range in desert, on mount, or vale?
Out of my power the soul of him be...
328
Every day is a wavering, wail...
Sleepless nights: a crying and pain...
Near to me be the wounded-in-heart and far,
But you care not, of stone is your heart...
329
My raving heart - the most raving became,
My ruined fane became the most broken;
I groan and groan, this turn will burn me,
For groan of hurt-in-the-heart may help...
339
If doesn't have a heart Thy love - it dies,
Deprivéd spirit of Love's pain - it dries;
From rosary bird at morning sings,
"Without love of God the rose sinks..."
343
From me you are far, thy heart cares not,
Only for Union thine I desire. In your
Heart the master mighty from two worlds.
The lover mine I only care for...
348
Hey moon, this love in thy heart shall not fade,
The grief of thy love to each one do not say;
Then a flame of passion and love
Shall never wither 'mid men...
350
That falcon white of Hamadan I am,
Thereon, upon the mountain - my shady nest;
From mount to mount on my wings I fly...
In my claws I hold prey of mine...
351
You find me undeserving, O heart,
To mention me in thy love poesy...
I carry heavy burdens, ah,
For the sake of thee, that shoreless will be sea...
355
Lest you see my tears, ah, I shall die;
Lest you see my bitter sighs;
Thy love is burning, burning me...
Lest cinders from me ye will see...
356
To ignorance unknown is my journey, but
That I'm falling in hole - I knew not;
"To what abode?" I asked my heart,
But I knew not that heart is half of road.
358
Thou, who is sun - the summit of love,
Why so frozen, inclement you are?
At first - ocean of love, and the heart,
Then way and the plan are undone...
359
Not a lily will grow if perish the lords of bliss,
But will grow only drab, palid weed...
From self and ego - nought except
The shame and infamy...
364
The ruins my state be if ye seek...
My heart is afire so dire, ah ye
Who left and gone and chose another lover, but
Remember then, that God is judge...
365
I hast onely wish, only dream -
That tulip-faced my friend would be...
I say and say to the mounts about
This pain, but another rose grows not on the mounts.
366
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