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مثنوی معنوی: دفتر اول / Masnavi: Book One
دفتر اول - بخش ۹ - فرستادن پادشاه رسولان به سمرقند به آوردن زرگر / Book 1 - Section 9 - The King Sending Messengers to Samarkand to Fetch the Goldsmith

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دفتر اول - بخش ۱۰ - بیان آنک کشتن و زهر دادن مرد زرگر به اشارت الهی بود نه به هوای نفس و تأمّل فاسد / Book One - Section 10 - Explaining That the Killing and Poisoning of the Goldsmith Was by Divine Indication, Not by Selfish Desire and Corrupt Thought

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کشتن آن مرد بر دست حکیم
نه پی اومید بود و نه ز بیم

او نکشتش از برای طبع شاه
تا نیامد امر و الهام اله

آن پسر را کش خضر ببرید حلق
سر آن را در نیابد عام خلق

آنک از حق یابد او وحی و جواب
هرچه فرماید بود عین صواب

آنک جان بخشد اگر بکشد رواست
نایبست و دست او دست خداست

همچو اسماعیل پیشش سر بنه
شاد و خندان پیش تیغش جان بده

تا بماند جانت خندان تا ابد
همچو جان پاک احمد با احد

عاشقان آنگه شراب جان کشند
که به دست خویش خوبانشان کشند

شاه آن خون از پی شهوت نکرد
تو رها کن بدگمانی و نبرد

تو گمان بردی که کرد آلودگی
در صفا غش کی هلد پالودگی

بهر آنست این ریاضت وین جفا
تا بر آرد کوره از نقره جفا

بهر آنست امتحان نیک و بد
تا بجوشد بر سر آرد زر زبد

گر نبودی کارش الهام اله
او سگی بودی دراننده نه شاه

پاک بود از شهوت و حرص و هوا
نیک کرد او لیک نیک بد نما

گر خضر در بحر کشتی را شکست
صد درستی در شکست خضر هست

وهم موسی با همه نور و هنر
شد از آن محجوب تو بی پر مپر

آن گل سرخست تو خونش مخوان
مست عقلست او تو مجنونش مخوان

گر بدی خون مسلمان کام او
کافرم گر بردمی من نام او

می بلرزد عرش از مدح شقی
بدگمان گردد ز مدحش متقی

شاه بود و شاه بس آگاه بود
خاص بود و خاصهٔ الله بود

آن کسی را کش چنین شاهی کشد
سوی بخت و بهترین جاهی کشد

گر ندیدی سود او در قهر او
کی شدی آن لطف مطلق قهرجو

بچه می لرزد از آن نیش حجام
مادر مشفق در آن دم شادکام

نیم جان بستاند و صد جان دهد
آنچ در وهمت نیاید آن دهد

تو قیاس از خویش می گیری ولیک
دور دور افتاده ای بنگر تو نیک

English translation

The killing of that man at the hands of the physician Was neither out of hope nor out of fear

He did not kill him for the sake of the king's nature Until there came the command and divine inspiration

That boy whose throat Khidr cut The common people cannot comprehend its secret

He who receives revelation and answer from God Whatever he commands is the essence of rightness

He who gives life, if he kills, it is lawful He is a deputy, and his hand is the hand of God

Like Ishmael, lay your head before him Gladly and smilingly give your life before his blade

So that your soul may remain smiling until eternity Like the pure soul of Ahmad with the One

Lovers drink the wine of the soul at that time When their beloveds slay them with their own hands

The king did not shed that blood out of lust Let go of suspicion and conflict

You supposed that he committed an impurity How can purity allow adulteration in clearness?

This discipline and this harshness are for the sake of The furnace extracting the dross from the silver

The testing of good and bad is for the sake of Boiling so the gold brings the scum to the top

If his deed had not been by divine inspiration He would be a tearing dog, not a king

He was pure from lust, greed, and selfish desire He did well, but it was a well-doing that appeared bad

If Khidr broke the boat in the sea A hundred rightnesses are in Khidr's breaking

The understanding of Moses, with all his light and virtue Was veiled from it; do not fly without wings

It is a red rose; do not call it blood He is intoxicated with reason; do not call him a madman

If the blood of a Muslim were his desire I am an infidel if I ever uttered his name

The Throne trembles from the praise of the wicked The pious becomes suspicious of his praise

He was a king, and a king very aware He was a chosen one, and the chosen of Allah

Anyone whom such a king kills He draws toward fortune and the best of ranks

If he had not seen his benefit in his wrath When would that absolute grace become a seeker of wrath?

The child trembles from the lancet of the cupper The compassionate mother is joyful at that moment

He takes a half-life and gives a hundred lives He gives that which does not enter your imagination

You make analogies from yourself, but You have fallen far, far away; look well

Updated 2026-06-25

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