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دفتر اول - بخش ۱۰۷ - بقیهٔ قصهٔ مطرب و پیغام رسانیدن امیرالمؤمنین عُمَر -رضی الله عنه- به او آنچه هاتف آواز داد / Book One - Section 107 - The remainder of the story of the minstrel, and Amir al-Mu'minin Umar, may God be pleased with him, bringing him the message that the heavenly caller cried out

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باز گرد و حال مطرب گوش دار
زانک عاجز گشت مطرب ز انتظار

بانگ آمد مر عمر را کای عمر
بندهٔ ما را ز حاجت باز خر

بنده ای داریم خاص و محترم
سوی گورستان تو رنجه کن قدم

ای عمر برجه ز بیت المال عام
هفتصد دینار در کف نه تمام

پیش او بر کای تو ما را اختیار
این قدر بستان کنون معذور دار

این قدر از بهر ابریشم بها
خرج کن چون خرج شد اینجا بیا

پس عمر زان هیبت آواز جست
تا میان را بهر این خدمت ببست

سوی گورستان عمر بنهاد رو
در بغل همیان، دوان در جست و جو

گرد گورستان دوانه شد بسی
غیر آن پیر، او ندید آنجا کسی

گفت: این نبود! دگر باره دوید
مانده گشت و غیر آن پیر او ندید

گفت حق فرمود ما را بنده ایست
صافی و شایسته و فرخنده ایست

پیر چنگی کی بود خاص خدا؟
حبذا ای سر پنهان حبذا

بار دیگر گرد گورستان بگشت
همچو آن شیر شکاری گرد دشت

چون یقین گشتش؛ که غیر پیر نیست
گفت: در ظلمت دل روشن بسی است

آمد او با صد ادب آنجا نشست
بر عمر عطسه فتاد و پیر جست

مر عمر را دید ماند اندر شگفت
عزم رفتن کرد و لرزیدن گرفت

گفت در باطن: خدایا از تو داد!
محتسب بر پیرکی چنگی فتاد

چون نظر اندر رخ آن پیر کرد
دید او را شرمسار و روی زرد

پس عمر گفتش مترس از من مرم
که ت بشارتها ز حق آورده ام

چند یزدان مدحت خوی تو کرد
تا عمر را عاشق روی تو کرد

پیش من بنشین و مهجوری مساز
تا به گوشت گویم از اقبال راز؛

حق سلامت می کند، می پرسدت
چونی از رنج و غمان بی حدت؟

نک قراضهٔ چند ابریشم بها
خرج کن این را و باز اینجا بیا

پیر لرزان گشت چون این را شنید
دست می خایید و بر خود می طپید

بانگ می زد کای خدای بی نظیر
بس! که از شرم آب شد بیچاره پیر

چون بسی بگریست و از حد رفت درد
چنگ را زد بر زمین و خرد کرد

گفت ای بوده حجابم از اله
ای مرا تو راه زن از شاه راه

ای بخورده خون من هفتاد سال
ای ز تو رویم سیه پیش کمال

ای خدای با عطای با وفا
رحم کن بر عمر رفته در جفا

داد حق عمری که هر روزی از آن
کس نداند قیمت آن در جهان

خرج کردم عمر خود را دم بدم
در دمیدم جمله را در زیر و بم

آه کز یاد ره و پردهٔ عراق
رفت از یادم دم تلخ فراق

وای کز تری زیر افکند خرد
خشک شد کشت دل من دل بمرد

وای کز آواز این بیست و چهار
کاروان بگذشت و بیگه شد نهار

ای خدا فریاد زین فریادخواه
داد خواهم نه ز کس زین دادخواه

داد خود از کس نیابم جز مگر
زانک او از من به من نزدیکتر

کاین منی از وی رسد دم دم مرا
پس ورا بینم چو این شد کم مرا

همچو آن کو با تو باشد زرشمر
سوی او داری، نه سوی خود نظر

English translation

Return and listen to the state of the minstrel For the minstrel became helpless from waiting A cry came to Umar, saying 'O Umar, Redeem our servant from his need We have a special and honored servant Trouble your steps toward the graveyard O Umar, spring up and from the public treasury Put exactly seven hundred dinars in your palm Take it to him, saying 'O you who are our choice Take this amount now and hold us excused This amount is for the price of silk strings Spend it; when it is spent, come here' Then Umar sprang up from the awe of that voice So that he bound his waist for this service Umar set his face toward the graveyard With a purse under his arm, running in search He ran around the graveyard a great deal He saw no one there except that old man He said, 'This is not he!' He ran again He grew tired and saw no one but that old man He said, 'God said, We have a servant Who is pure and worthy and blessed How could an old harpist be the special one of God?' Excellent, O hidden secret, excellent! Once more he wandered around the graveyard Like a hunting lion around the plain When he became certain that there was no one but the old man He said, 'In darkness there are many bright hearts' He came with a hundred manners and sat there Umar sneezed and the old man jumped up He saw Umar and remained in wonder He resolved to leave and began to tremble He said inwardly, 'O God, justice from You! The inspector has fallen upon a little old harpist' When Umar looked into the old man's face He saw him ashamed and pale-faced Then Umar told him, 'Do not fear, do not flee from me For I have brought you glad tidings from God How much God has praised your disposition Until He made Umar a lover of your face Sit before me and do not act estranged So that I may whisper the secret of good fortune in your ear; God sends you greetings and asks you How are you in your boundless pain and sorrow? Here are a few pieces of gold for the price of silk Spend this, and then come back here' The old man trembled when he heard this He bit his hands and writhed within himself He cried out, 'O peerless God! Enough! For the helpless old man has melted from shame' When he wept profusely and his pain exceeded bounds He smashed the harp on the ground and shattered it He said, 'O you that have been my veil from God O you that have waylaid me from the king's highway O you that have drunk my blood for seventy years O you because of whom my face is black before Perfection O God of bounty, of faithfulness Have mercy on a life spent in oppression God gave a life, of which every single day No one in the world knows its value I have spent my life breath by breath I blew it all into the high and low notes Alas, that from remembering the tune and the curtain of Iraq The bitter moment of separation went from my memory Woe, that from the moisture of the high note, wisdom was cast down The field of my heart dried up and my heart died Woe, that from the sound of these twenty-four strings The caravan passed by, and the day became late O God, a cry for help against this caller for help! I seek justice, not from anyone, but from this seeker of justice I will not find my justice from anyone except perhaps From Him who is closer to me than I am to myself For this 'I-ness' reaches me breath by breath from Him So I see Him when this is diminished in me Like one who counts gold with you You keep your gaze towards him, not towards yourself'

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