1Cademy - عابدی که پس از سالها عبادت به نوای مرغی دل خوش کرده بود / An Ascetic Who After Years of Worship Was Delighted by the Song of a Bird

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عابدی که پس از سالها عبادت به نوای مرغی دل خوش کرده بود / An Ascetic Who After Years of Worship Was Delighted by the Song of a Bird

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عابدی کز حق سعادت داشت او
چار صد ساله عبادت داشت او

از میان خلق بیرون رفته بود
راز زیر پرده با حق گفته بود

هم دمش حق بود و او همدم بس است
گر نباشد او و دم، حق هم بس است

حایطی بودش درختی در میان
بر درختش کرد مرغی آشیان

مرغ خوش الحان و خوش آواز بود
زیر یک آواز او صد راز بود

یافت عابد از خوش آوازی او
اندکی انسی بدمسازی او

حق سوی پیغامبر آن روزگار
روی کرد و گفت، با آن مرد کار

می بباید گفت، کاخر ای عجب
این همه طاعت بکردی روز و شب

سالها از شوق من می سوختی
تا به مرغی آخرم بفروختی

گرچه بودی مرغ زیرک از کمال
بانگ مرغی کردت آخر در جوال

من ترا بخریده و آموخته
تو ز نااهلی مرا بفروخته

من خریدار تو، تو بفروختیم
ما وفاداری ز تو آموختیم

تو بدین ارزان فروشی هم مباش
هم دمت ماییم، بی هم دم مباش

دیگری گفتش دلم پر آتش است
زانک زاد و بود من جای خوش است

هست قصری زرنگار و دلگشای
خلق را نظارهٔ او جان فزای

عالمی شادی مرا حاصل ازو
چون توانم برگرفتن دل ازو

شاه مرغانم در آن قصر بلند
چون کشم آخر درین وادی گزند

شهریاری چون دهم کلی ز دست
چون کنم بی آن چنان قصری نشست

هیچ عاقل رفت از باغ ارم
تا که بیند در سفر داغ و الم

گفت ای دون همت نامرد تو
سگ نه ای ، گلخن چه خواهی کرد تو

گلخنست این جملهٔ دنیای دون
قصر تو چندست ازین گلخن کنون

قصر تو گر خلد جنت آمدست
با اجل زندان محنت آمدست

گر نبودی مرگ را بر خلق دست
لایق افتادی درین منزل نشست

English translation

An ascetic who had happiness from God, He had four hundred years of worship. He had gone out from among the people, He had spoken secrets under the veil with God. His companion was God, and He is sufficient as a companion, If he and breath do not exist, God is still sufficient. He had an enclosure with a tree in the middle, Upon his tree a bird made a nest. The bird was sweet-singing and sweet-voiced, Under one of its songs were a hundred secrets. The ascetic found, from its sweet singing, A little familiarity with its harmony. God turned towards the prophet of that time And said, "To that man of action, You must say: 'Finally, oh wonder, You performed all this obedience day and night, For years you burned from longing for Me, Until you finally sold Me for a bird. Although the bird was clever in perfection, The song of a bird finally put you in a sack. I bought you and taught you, You, out of unworthiness, sold Me. I was your buyer, you sold Me; We learned loyalty from you! Do not be in this cheap selling either, We are your companion, do not be without a companion.'" Another [bird] said to him, "My heart is full of fire, Because my birthplace and existence is a pleasant place. There is a palace, gold-painted and heart-expanding, Looking at it increases the life-force for the people. A world of joy is obtained by me from it, How can I detach my heart from it? I am the king of the birds in that lofty palace, Why should I finally suffer harm in this valley? How can I give up kingship entirely from my hand? How can I reside without such a palace? Has any wise person left the Garden of Iram So that they may see sorrow and pain on a journey?" He said, "O you of low aspiration and unmanly, Are you not a dog? What will you do with a furnace? This whole base world is a furnace, How much is your palace from this furnace now? Even if your palace has become the eternal Paradise, With death, it has become a prison of affliction. If death did not have a hand over the creatures, It would be fitting to reside in this dwelling."

Updated 2026-07-02

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