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مثنوی معنوی: دفتر اول / Masnavi: Book One
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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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شه فرستاد آن طرف یک دو رسول
حاذقان و کافیان بس عدول

تا سمرقند آمدند آن دو امیر
پیش آن زرگر ز شاهنشه بشیر

«کای لطیف استاد کامل معرفت
فاش اندر شهرها از تو صفت

نک فلان شه از برای زرگری
اختیارت کرد زیرا مهتری

اینک این خلعت بگیر و زر و سیم
چون بیایی خاص باشی و ندیم»

مرد مال و خلعت بسیار دید
غره شد از شهر و فرزندان برید.

اندر آمد شادمان در راه مرد
بی خبر کان شاه قصد جانش کرد

اسپ تازی برنشست و شاد تاخت
خونبهای خویش را خلعت شناخت

ای شده اندر سفر با صد رضا
خود به پای خویش تا سوء القضا

در خیالش ملک و عز و مهتری
گفت عزرائیل رو، آری بری

چون رسید از راه آن مرد غریب
اندر آوردش به پیش شه طبیب

سوی شاهنشاه بردندش به ناز
تا بسوزد بر سر شمع طراز

شاه دید او را بسی تعظیم کرد
مخزن زر را بدو تسلیم کرد

پس حکیمش گفت کای سلطان مه
آن کنیزک را بدین خواجه بده

تا کنیزک در وصالش خوش شود
آب وصلش دفع آن آتش شود

شه بدو بخشید آن مه روی را
جفت کرد آن هر دو صحبت جوی را

مدت شش ماه می راندند کام
تا به صحت آمد آن دختر تمام

بعد از آن از بهر او شربت بساخت
تا بخورد و پیش دختر می گداخت

چون ز رنجوری جمال او نماند
جان دختر در وبال او نماند

چونک زشت و ناخوش و رخ زرد شد
اندک اندک در دل او سرد شد

عشق هایی کز پی رنگی بود
عشق نبود عاقبت ننگی بود

کاش کان هم ننگ بودی یکسری
تا نرفتی بر وی آن بد داوری

خون دوید از چشم همچون جوی او
دشمن جان وی آمد روی او

دشمن طاووس آمد پر او
ای بسی شه را بکشته فر او

گفت: «من آن آهوم کز ناف من
ریخت این صیاد خون صاف من،

ای من آن روباه صحرا، کز کمین
سر بریدندش برای پوستین،

ای من آن پیلی که زخم پیلبان
ریخت خونم از برای استخوان،

آنکه کشتستم پی مادون من
می نداند که نخسپد خون من

بر منست امروز و فردا بر وی است
خون چون من کس، چنین ضایع کی است؟

گرچه دیوار افکند سایهٔ دراز
باز گردد سوی او آن سایه باز؛

این جهان ، کوه است و فعل ما ندا
سوی ما آید نداها را صدا»

این بگفت و رفت در دم زیر خاک
آن کنیزک شد ز عشق و رنج پاک

زانک عشق مردگان پاینده نیست
زانک مرده سوی ما آینده نیست

عشق زنده در روان و در بصر
هر دمی باشد ز غنچه تازه تر

عشق آن زنده گزین کو باقی است
کز شراب جان فزایت ساقی است

عشق آن بگزین که جمله انبیا
یافتند از عشق او کار و کیا

تو مگو ما را بدان شه بار نیست
با کریمان کارها دشوار نیست

English translation

The king sent in that direction one or two messengers, skilled, capable, and very upright men. Those two amirs came to Samarkand as bearers of good news from the king of kings to the goldsmith: “O gracious master, perfect in knowledge, your reputation is openly known through the cities. Behold, such-and-such a king has chosen you for goldsmith’s work, because you are superior. Take this robe of honor, gold, and silver; when you come, you will be a favorite and companion.” The man saw much wealth and robes of honor; he was beguiled and tore himself from city and children. Gladly he entered upon the road, unaware that the king intended his life. He mounted an Arabian horse and joyfully rode off, mistaking the robe of honor for his own blood-price. O you who set out on the journey with a hundred satisfactions, walking by your own feet toward evil fate! In his imagination were kingdom, glory, and eminence; Azrael was saying, “Go, yes, you are going.” When that stranger arrived from the road, the physician brought him before the king. They led him graciously toward the king of kings, so that he might burn before the candle of Taraz. The king saw him and honored him greatly, entrusting the treasury of gold to him. Then his sage said, “O great Sultan, give that handmaiden to this master, so the handmaiden may be happy in union with him, and the water of union may quench that fire.” The king bestowed that moon-faced one on him and paired those two seekers of companionship. For six months they fulfilled their desire, until the girl was fully restored to health. After that, the physician made a potion for him, so that he drank it and wasted away before the girl. When, through sickness, his beauty was gone, the girl’s soul was no longer in bondage to him. When he became ugly, unpleasant, and yellow-faced, little by little he grew cold in her heart. Loves that follow outward color are not love; in the end they are disgrace. Would that even that disgrace had been entire, so that that evil judgment had not fallen on him! Blood ran from his eyes like a stream; his face became the enemy of his life. The peacock’s feathers became its enemy; how many a king has been slain by his own splendor! He said: “I am that deer from whose navel this hunter shed my pure blood. I am that desert fox whose head they cut off from ambush for the sake of its fur. I am that elephant whose mahout’s blow shed my blood for the sake of ivory. The one who killed me for what is lower than me does not know that my blood will not sleep. Today it is on me, and tomorrow it is on him; when is the blood of someone like me ever wasted so? Though a wall casts a long shadow, that shadow returns back to it. This world is a mountain, and our action is a shout; the echo of shouts comes back to us.” He said this and at once went beneath the earth; the handmaiden was purified of love and suffering. For love of the dead is not lasting, since the dead do not come toward us. Love of the Living One, in spirit and in sight, is fresher at every moment than a bud. Choose love of that Living One who is everlasting, who is cupbearer to you from soul-increasing wine. Choose the love of the One from whose love all the prophets found power and glory. Do not say, “We have no access to that King”; with the generous, affairs are not difficult.

Updated 2026-06-28

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