Ḥallāj:

 

Translation (a bit of license taken):

O wind of the dawn, I say to the gazelle

it only makes me thirstier, the water of this well

I have a beloved whose love lives within me

And if she likes, she walks on my cheeks as well

Her spirit is my spirit and my spirit is her spirit

If she wills, I want, and if I want, she wills

Original:

يا نَسيمَ الريح قولي لِلرَشا              لَم يَزِدني الوِردُ إلا عَطشا

لي حَبيبٌ حُبُّهُ وَسطَ الحَشا           إِن يَشَأ يَمشي عَلى خَدّي مَشى

روحُهُ روحي وَروحي روحُهُ              إِن يَشَأ شِئتُ وَإِن شِئتُ يَشا

 

Ibn ‘Arabi:

Lyrics from Ibn ‘Arabi’s tarjuman al-ashwaq:

 

Translation:

O Morning breeze, go tell the gazelles of Najd

   that, “I’m true to the vow you know of”

And if what she says is true and she

   has for me the desperate longing I have

for her, then in the heat of noon we’ll meet

   in her tent secretly, with the most sincere promise

 

Hafez:

Translation:

The dawn breeze of your curling tress keeps me drunk constantly

the magic of your charming eyes keeps me wasted always

 

After so many night vigils, O Lord, will I ever be able to light

the candle of my sight at the mihrab of your eyebrow?

 

The black of the tablet of my vision is precious to me

Because, for my soul, it is a copy of your black mole

 

If you want to adorn the whole world forever

Tell the morning wind to lift the veil from your face for a while

 

If you want to banish all traces of fidelity from the world

Let down your hair, and let thousands of souls fall from every strand

 

The morning wind and I are two poor, hopeless wanderers

I from the magic of your intoxicating eyes, and he from the scent of your hair

 

How great is Hafez’s focus! For nothing in this world or the next

appeared in his eye save for the dust of your street.

 

Original:

مدامم مست مي دارد نسيم جعد گيسويت

خرابم مي کند هر دم فريب چشم جادويت

پس از چندين شکيبايي شبي يا رب توان ديدن

که شمع ديده افروزيم در محراب ابرويت

سواد لوح بينش را عزيز از بهر آن دارم

که جان را نسخه اي باشد ز لوح خال هندويت

تو گر خواهي که جاويدان جهان يک سر بيارايي

صبا را گو که بردارد زماني برقع از رويت

و گر رسم فنا خواهي که از عالم براندازي

برافشان تا فروريزد هزاران جان ز هر مويت

من و باد صبا مسکين دو سرگردان بي حاصل

من از افسون چشمت مست و او از بوي گيسويت

زهي همت که حافظ راست از دنيي و از عقبي

نيايد هيچ در چشمش بجز خاک سر کويت

 

 

Translation:

O dawn breeze, where is the friend’s place of rest?

Where is the home of that lover-slaying beauty?

 

Original:

 

 

 

Carminho

Translation of lyrics:

I wrote your name in the wind

Convinced that I was writing it

Upon the page of oblivion

That was lost in the wind (x 2)

And when I  saw it still buried

In the dust of the road

I thought my heart was free

From the bonds of your affection (x 2)

Poor me, I had no idea

That just like me

The wind would fall in love

With that name of yours

And as the wind tosses and turns

so does my torment

I want to forget you, believe me

But there is more and more wind