Poem

دفتر ششم - بخش ۸۶ - تدبیر کردن موش به چغز کی من نمی‌توانم بر تو آمدن به وقت حاجت در آب میان ما وصلتی باید کی چون من بر لب جو آیم ترا توانم خبر کردن و تو چون بر سر سوراخ موش‌خانه آیی مرا توانی خبر کردن الی آخره / Book Six - Section 86 - The mouse devising a plan with the frog, saying, 'I cannot come to you in the water at the time of need; there must be a connection between us so that when I come to the bank of the stream, I can inform you, and when you come to the mouse-hole, you can inform me,'

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این سخن پایان ندارد گفت موش
چغز را روزی که ای مصباح هوش

وقتها خواهم که گویم با تو راز
تو درون آب داری ترک تاز

بر لب جو من ترا نعره زنان
نشنوی در آب نالهٔ عاشقان

من بدین وقت معین ای دلیر
می نگردم از محاکات تو سیر

پنج وقت آمد نماز و رهنمون
عاشقان را فی صلاة دائمون

نه به پنج آرام گیرد آن خمار
که در آن سرهاست نی پانصد هزار

نیست زر غبا وظیفهٔ عاشقان
سخت مستسقیست جان صادقان

نیست زر غبا وظیفهٔ ماهیان
زانک بی دریا ندارند انس جان

آب این دریا که هایل بقعه ایست
با خمار ماهیان خود جرعه ایست

یک دم هجران بر عاشق چو سال
وصل سالی متصل پیشش خیال

عشق مستسقیست مستسقی طلب
در پی هم این و آن چون روز و شب

روز بر شب عاشقست و مضطرست
چون ببینی شب برو عاشق ترست

نیستشان از جست وجو یک لحظه ایست
از پی همشان یکی دم ایست نیست

این گرفته پای آن آن گوش این
این بر آن مدهوش و آن بی هوش این

در دل معشوق جمله عاشق است
در دل عذرا همیشه وامق است

در دل عاشق به جز معشوق نیست
در میانشان فارق و فاروق نیست

بر یکی اشتر بود این دو درا
پس چه زر غبا بگنجد این دو را

هیچ کس با خویش زر غبا نمود
هیچ کس با خود به نوبت یار بود

آن یکیی نه که عقلش فهم کرد
فهم این موقوف شد بر مرگ مرد

ور به عقل ادراک این ممکن بدی
قهر نفس از بهر چه واجب شدی

با چنان رحمت که دارد شاه هش
بی ضرورت چون بگوید نفس کش

English translation

This discourse has no end. One day the mouse said to the frog, 'O lamp of intelligence! Sometimes I want to tell you a secret, but you are frolicking in the water. On the bank of the stream, I cry out to you, but you do not hear the groans of lovers in the water. At this appointed time, O bold one, I am not satiated with talking to you. Five times were appointed for prayer and guidance, but lovers are in constant prayer. That intoxication which is in those heads is not pacified by five, nor by five hundred thousand. Visiting occasionally is not the duty of lovers; the soul of the sincere is severely thirsty. Visiting occasionally is not the duty of fishes, because without the sea they have no joy of life. The water of this sea, which is a terrible expanse, is but a sip for the thirst of the fishes. One moment of separation is like a year to the lover, and a year of continuous union seems a mere fantasy to him. Love is thirsty, and it seeks the thirsty; they follow each other like day and night. Day is a lover of night and is desperate for it; when you look closely, night is even more in love with it. They do not have a moment's pause from searching; there is not a moment's halt in their pursuit of each other. This one grabs the foot of that, that one the ear of this; this one is infatuated with that, and that one senseless over this. In the heart of the beloved, all is the lover; in the heart of Azra, Wamiq is always present. In the heart of the lover there is naught but the beloved; there is no separator or distinction between them. These two bells are on one camel; so how can "visiting occasionally" fit between these two? Has anyone ever visited himself occasionally? Has anyone ever been a friend to himself by turns? This is not a oneness that the intellect has understood; the understanding of this depends upon the death of the man. And if it were possible to perceive this by the intellect, why would the subjugation of the self have become obligatory? With such mercy as the King of intelligence has, how could He, without necessity, say: "Kill your self"?'

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