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مثنوی معنوی: دفتر دوم / Masnavi: Book Two
دفتر دوم - بخش ۷۳ - راست گفتن ابلیس ضمیر خود را به معاویه / Book Two - Section 73 - Iblis Speaking the Truth of His Mind to Mu'awiya

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دفتر دوم - بخش ۷۵ - تتمهٔ اقرار ابلیس به معاویه مکر خود را / Book Two - Section 75 - The Conclusion of Iblis's Confession of His Deceit to Mu'awiya

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پس عزازیلش بگفت ای میر راد
مکر خود اندر میان باید نهاد

گر نمازت فوت می شد آن زمان
می زدی از درد دل آه و فغان

آن تاسف و آن فغان و آن نیاز
درگذشتی از دو صد ذکر و نماز

من تو را بیدار کردم از نهیب
تا نسوزاند چنان آهی حجاب

تا چنان آهی نباشد مر تو را
تا بدان راهی نباشد مر تو را

من حسودم از حسد کردم چنین
من عدوم کار من مکرست و کین

گفت اکنون راست گفتی صادقی
از تو این آید تو این را لایقی

عنکبوتی تو مگس داری شکار
من نیم ای سگ مگس زحمت میار

باز اسپیدم شکارم شه کند
عنکبوتی کی بگرد ما تند

رو مگس می گیر تا توانی هلا
سوی دوغی زن مگسها را صلا

ور بخوانی تو به سوی انگبین
هم دروغ و دوغ باشد آن یقین

تو مرا بیدار کردی خواب بود
تو نمودی کشتی آن گرداب بود

تو مرا در خیر زان می خواندی
تا مرا از خیر بهتر راندی

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Then 'Azazil said to him, "O generous prince, my own trick must now be set forth. If your prayer had been missed at that time, you would have cried out and lamented from heart-pain. That regret, that lament, and that need would have surpassed two hundred remembrances and prayers. I woke you with alarm so that such a sigh would not burn away the veil, so that no such sigh would be yours, so that no such road would be yours. I am envious; from envy I did this. I am an enemy; my work is trickery and spite." He said, "Now you have spoken truly; you are truthful. This is what comes from you; this is what befits you. You are a spider, and flies are your prey. I am not a fly, dog; do not bring me this nuisance. I am a white falcon; the king makes me his quarry. When could a spider spin around us? Go catch flies while you can, hey; summon the flies toward buttermilk. And if you call them toward honey, that too will certainly be falsehood and buttermilk. You woke me: that was sleep. You showed me a ship: that was a whirlpool. You were calling me toward good only so that you might drive me away from a better good."

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