1Cademy - دفتر ششم - بخش ۷ - در بیان آنک این غرور تنها آن هندو را نبود بلک هر آدمیی به چنین غرور مبتلاست در هر مرحله‌ای الا من عصم الله / Book Six - Section 7 - In explanation that this pride was not only in that Hindu, but rather every human is afflicted by such pride at every stage, except him whom God protects

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مثنوی معنوی: دفتر ششم / Masnavi: Book Six

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دفتر ششم - بخش ۷ - در بیان آنک این غرور تنها آن هندو را نبود بلک هر آدمیی به چنین غرور مبتلاست در هر مرحله‌ای الا من عصم الله / Book Six - Section 7 - In explanation that this pride was not only in that Hindu, but rather every human is afflicted by such pride at every stage, except him whom God protects

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چون بپیوستی بدان ای زینهار
چند نالی در ندامت زار زار

نام میری و وزیری و شهی
در نهانش مرگ و درد و جان دهی

بنده باش و بر زمین رو چون سمند
چون جنازه نه که بر گردن برند

جمله را حمال خود خواهد کفور
چون سوار مرده آرندش به گور

بر جنازه هر که را بینی به خواب
فارس منصب شود عالی رکاب

زانک آن تابوت بر خلقست بار
بار بر خلقان فکندند این کبار

بار خود بر کس منه بر خویش نه
سروری را کم طلب درویش به

مرکب اعناق مردم را مپا
تا نیاید نقرست اندر دو پا

مرکبی را که آخرش تو ده دهی
که به شهری مانی و ویران دهی

ده دهش اکنون که چون شهرت نمود
تا نباید رخت در ویران گشود

ده دهش اکنون که صد بستانت هست
تا نگردی عاجز و ویران پرست

گفت پیغامبر که جنت از اله
گر همی خواهی ز کس چیزی مخواه

چون نخواهی من کفیلم مر ترا
جنت الماوی و دیدار خدا

آن صحابی زین کفالت شد عیار
تا یکی روزی که گشته بد سوار

تازیانه از کفش افتاد راست
خود فرو آمد ز کس آنرا نخواست

آنک از دادش نیاید هیچ بد
داند و بی خواهشی خود می دهد

ور به امر حق بخواهی آن رواست
آنچنان خواهش طریق انبیاست

بد نماند چون اشارت کرد دوست
کفر ایمان شد چو کفر از بهر اوست

هر بدی که امر او پیش آورد
آن ز نیکوهای عالم بگذرد

زان صدف گر خسته گردد نیز پوست
ده مده که صد هزاران در دروست

این سخن پایان ندارد بازگرد
سوی شاه و هم مزاج باز گرد

باز رو در کان چو زر ده دهی
تا رهد دستان تو از ده دهی

صورتی را چون بدل ره می دهند
از ندامت آخرش ده می دهند

توبه می آرند هم پروانه وار
باز نسیان می کشدشان سوی کار

هم چو پروانه ز دور آن نار را
نور دید و بست آن سو بار را

چون بیامد سوخت پرش را گریخت
باز چون طفلان فتاد و ملح ریخت

بار دیگر بر گمان طمع سود
خویش زد بر آتش آن شمع زود

بار دیگر سوخت هم واپس بجست
باز کردش حرص دل ناسی و مست

آن زمان کز سوختن وا می جهد
هم چو هندو شمع را ده می دهد

که ای رخت تابان چون ماه شب فروز
وی به صحبت کاذب و مغرورسوز

باز از یادش رود توبه و انین
کاوهن الرحمن کید الکاذبین

English translation

Since you have joined that path, O careful one, How long will you bitterly lament in regret? The title of emir, vizier, and king, Hides within it death, pain, and yielding the ghost. Be a slave and walk on the earth like a horse; Do not be like a corpse that they carry on their necks. The ungrateful one wants everyone to be his porter, Like a dead rider being brought to the grave. Whoever you see on a bier in a dream, Will become a rider of high rank and exalted stirrup. Because that coffin is a burden on the people, These great ones have cast their burden on the people. Do not place your burden on anyone, place it on yourself; Seek leadership less, being a dervish is better. Do not mount the necks of the people, Lest gout comes into your two feet. A mount for which, in the end, you would give a village, So that you may remain in a city and give up a ruined village, Give it up now, while it appears as a city to you, So that you do not have to unpack your baggage in ruins. Give it up now, while you have a hundred gardens, So you do not become helpless and a worshipper of ruins. The Prophet said, 'If you desire Paradise from God, Do not ask for anything from anyone.' 'Since you ask not, I am your guarantor For the Abode of Paradise and the vision of God.' That companion was tested by this guarantee; Until one day when he was riding, The whip fell straight from his hand; He came down himself and did not ask anyone for it. He (God) whose gift brings no harm, Knows and gives of Himself without being asked. And if you ask by God's command, that is lawful; Such asking is the way of the Prophets. Evil does not remain evil when the Friend has commanded it; Infidelity becomes faith when the infidelity is for His sake. Any evil that His command brings forward, Surpasses the good things of the world. If the shell becomes bruised, do not give it away, For there are hundreds of thousands of pearls in it. This discourse has no end; return Back to the King and the one of falcon-like temperament. Go back into the mine like pure ten-tenths gold, So that your hands may be freed from begging. When they give an outward form access to the heart, In the end, out of regret, they give it back. They repent like the moth, Yet forgetfulness drags them back to the deed. Like the moth, from afar it saw that fire As light, and packed its baggage for that direction. When it arrived, it burned its wings and fled; Again, like children, it fell and made excuses. Once again, expecting the hope of gain, It threw itself swiftly onto the fire of that candle. Once more it burned and sprang back; Again the greed of its heart made it forgetful and intoxicated. At the moment it leaps back from the burning, Like the Hindu, it blames the candle, Saying, 'O you whose face shines like the night-illuminating moon, And who in companionship are false and a burner of the deceived!' Again its repentance and groaning fade from memory, For the Merciful weakens the snare of the liars.

Updated 2026-07-04

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