O Lord, This Orb Is No More Than Your Bat And Ball By Hafiz Shirazi

O Lord, this orb is no more than your bat and ball
The expanse of universe, your arena and your hall
The victorious queen is in awe of your lock
Your playing the course, victorious eyes enthrall.
Mercury’s composition speaks of your grandeur
Even the Universal Mind is at your beacon call.
The splendor of the trees of Paradise beside yours pale
Based on your majesty, Paradise you install.
Not only animate and inanimate are at your call
Whatever is in this world, at your command are they all.
© Shahriar Shahriari
Los Angeles, Ca
April 8, 1999
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خـسروا گوی فلک در خم چوگان تو باد
ساحت کون و مکان عرصه میدان تو باد
زلـف خاتون ظفر شیفته پرچم توست
دیده فـتـح ابد عاشـق جولان تو باد
ای که انشا عطارد صفت شوکت توست
عقـل کل چاکر طغراکش دیوان تو باد
طیره جـلوه طوبی قد چون سرو تو شد
غیرت خلد برین ساحت بسـتان تو باد
نـه بـه تنها حیوانات و نباتات و جماد
هر چه در عالم امر است به فرمان تو باد
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