1Cademy - دفتر سوم - بخش ۱۸۳ - منع کردن دوستان او را از رجوع کردن به بخارا وتهدید کردن و لاابالی گفتن او / Book Three - Section 183 - His Friends Forbidding Him from Returning to Bukhara, Threatening Him, and His Saying He Does Not Care

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دفتر سوم - بخش ۷۱ - تشبیه بند و دام قضا به صورت پنهان به اثر پیدا / Book Three - Section 71 - Likening the Bond and Snare of Destiny, Hidden in Form, to its Visible Effect
دفتر سوم - بخش ۱۷۸ - قصه وکیل صدر جهان کی متهم شد و از بخارا گریخت از بیم جان باز عشقش کشید رو کشان کی کار جان سهل باشد عاشقان را / Book Three - Section 178 - The Tale of the Deputy of Sadr-i Jahan Who Was Accused and Fled from Bukhara in Fear for His Life, Yet His Love Dragged Him Back, For the Matter of Life is Easy to Lovers
دفتر سوم - بخش ۱۸۱ - عزم کردن آن وکیل ازعشق کی رجوع کند به بخارا لاابالی‌وار / Book Three — Section 181 — The Resolve of That Envoy to Return to Bukhara Out of Love, in a Reckless Manner

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دفتر سوم - بخش ۱۸۳ - منع کردن دوستان او را از رجوع کردن به بخارا وتهدید کردن و لاابالی گفتن او / Book Three - Section 183 - His Friends Forbidding Him from Returning to Bukhara, Threatening Him, and His Saying He Does Not Care

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گفت او را ناصحی ای بی‌خبر
عاقبت اندیش اگر داری هنر

درنگر پس را به عقل و پیش را
همچو پروانه مسوزان خویش را

چون بخارا می‌روی دیوانه‌ای
لایق زنجیر و زندان‌خانه‌ای

او ز تو آهن همی‌خاید ز خشم
او همی‌جوید ترا با بیست چشم

می‌کند او تیز از بهر تو کارد
او سگ قحطست و تو انبان آرد

چون رهیدی و خدایت راه داد
سوی زندان می‌روی چونت فتاد

بر تو گر ده‌گون موکل آمدی
عقل بایستی کز ایشان کم زدی

چون موکل نیست بر تو هیچ‌کس
از چه بسته گشت بر تو پیش و پس

عشق پنهان کرده بود او را اسیر
آن موکل را نمی‌دید آن نذیر

هر موکل را موکل مختفیست
ورنه او در بند سگ طبعی ز چیست

خشم شاه عشق بر جانش نشست
بر عوانی و سیه‌روییش بست

می‌زند او را که هین او رابزن
زان عوانان نهان افغان من

هرکه بینی در زیانی می‌رود
گرچه تنها با عوانی می‌رود

گر ازو واقف بدی افغان زدی
پیش آن سلطان سلطانان شدی

ریختی بر سر به پیش شاه خاک
تا امان دیدی ز دیو سهمناک

میر دیدی خویش را ای کم ز مور
زان ندیدی آن موکل را تو کور

غره گشتی زین دروغین پر و بال
پر و بالی کو کشد سوی وبال

پر سبک دارد ره بالا کند
چون گل‌آلو شد گرانیها کند

English translation

A counselor said to him: "O heedless one, Think of consequences, if you have any skill. Look back and ahead with reason — Do not burn yourself up like a moth. Going to Bukhara? You are mad, Fit for chains and a prison-house. He gnaws iron with rage against you; He seeks you with twenty eyes. He sharpens his knife for you — He is a famine-dog and you are a sack of flour. Since you escaped and God showed you the way, Why do you go toward the prison? What has come over you? If ten kinds of wardens had set upon you, Reason would demand that you reduce their number. Since no warden is set over you at all, Why is your way before and behind locked fast?"

Love had made him a prisoner in secret — That warner could not see this warden. Every warden has a hidden warden set over him; Otherwise, why is he himself in bondage to a dog-natured one? The wrath of the King of Love settled upon his soul, Binding him to villainy and dark-facedness. He strikes him, saying: "Hey! Strike him!" — My lamentation is hidden from those bailiffs. Whoever you see walking into loss, Though he walks alone, he walks with a bailiff. Had you been aware of him, you would have cried out And gone before the Sultan of Sultans. You would have poured dust upon your head before the King, To find refuge from the terrible demon. You saw yourself as a prince, O lesser-than-an-ant — And so you did not see that warden, O blind one. You were deceived by these false wings — Wings that drag one toward ruin. A light feather finds the path upward; When it becomes mud-caked, it makes itself heavy.

Updated 2026-05-16

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