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دفتر دوم - بخش ۱۰ - یافتن شاه باز را به خانهٔ کمپیر زن / Book Two - Section 10 - The King Finding the Falcon at the House of the Old Crone

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دین نه آن بازیست کو از شه گریخت
سوی آن کمپیر کو می آرد بیخت

تا که تتماجی پزد اولاد را
دید آن باز خوش خوش‌زاد را

پایکش بست و پرش کوتاه کرد
ناخنش ببرید و قوتش کاه کرد

گفت نااهلان نکردندت بساز
پر فزود از حد و ناخن شد دراز

دست هر نااهل بیمارت کند
سوی مادر آ که تیمارت کند

مهر جاهل را چنین دان ای رفیق
کژ رود جاهل همیشه در طریق

روز شه در جست و جو بیگاه شد
سوی آن کمپیر و آن خرگاه شد

دید ناگه باز را در دود و گرد
شه برو بگریست زار و نوحه کرد

گفت هرچند این جزای کار تست
که نباشی در وفای ما درست

چون کنی از خلد زی دوزخ فرار
غافل از لا یستوی اصحاب نار

این سزای آنک از شاه خبیر
خیره بگریزد بخانهٔ گنده‌پیر

باز می‌مالید پر بر دست شاه
بی زبان می‌گفت من کردم گناه

پس کجا زارد کجا نالد لئیم
گر تو نپذیری به جز نیک ای کریم

لطف شه جان را جنایت‌جو کند
زانک شه هر زشت را نیکو کند

رو مکن زشتی که نیکیهای ما
زشت آمد پیش آن زیبای ما

خدمت خود را سزا پنداشتی
تو لوای جرم از آن افراشتی

چون ترا ذکر و دعا دستور شد
زان دعا کردن دلت مغرور شد

هم‌سخن دیدی تو خود را با خدا
ای بسا کو زین گمان افتد جدا

گرچه با تو شه نشیند بر زمین
خویشتن بشناس و نیکوتر نشین

باز گفت ای شه پشیمان می‌شوم
توبه کردم نو مسلمان می‌شوم

آنک تو مستش کنی و شیرگیر
گر ز مستی کژ رود عذرش پذیر

گرچه ناخن رفت چون باشی مرا
بر کنم من پرچم خورشید را

ورچه پرم رفت چون بنوازیم
چرخ بازی گم کند در بازیم

گر کمر بخشیم که را بر کنم
گر دهی کلکی علمها بشکنم

آخر از پشه نه کم باشد تنم
ملک نمرودی به پر برهم زنم

در ضعیفی تو مرا بابیل گیر
هر یکی خصم مرا چون پیل گیر

قدر فندق افکنم بندق حریق
بندقم در فعل صد چون منجنیق

گرچه سنگم هست مقدار نخود
لیک در هیجا نه سر ماند نه خود

موسی آمد در وغا با یک عصاش
زد بر آن فرعون و بر شمشیرهاش

هر رسولی یک‌تنه کان در زدست
بر همه آفاق تنها بر زدست

نوح چون شمشیر در خواهید ازو
موج طوفان گشت ازو شمشیرخو

احمدا خود کیست اسپاه زمین
ماه بین بر چرخ و بشکافش جبین

تا بداند سعد و نحس بی‌خبر
دور تست این دور نه دور قمر

دور تست ایرا که موسی کلیم
آرزو می‌برد زین دورت مقیم

چونک موسی رونق دور تو دید
کاندرو صبح تجلی می‌دمید

گفت یا رب آن چه دور رحمتست
آن گذشت از رحمت آنجا رؤیتست

غوطه ده موسی خود را در بحار
از میان دورهٔ احمد بر آر

گفت یا موسی بدان بنمودمت
راه آن خلوت بدان بگشودمت

که تو زان دوری درین دور ای کلیم
پا بکش زیرا درازست این گلیم

من کریمم نان نمایم بنده را
تا بگریاند طمع آن زنده را

بینی طفلی بمالد مادری
تا شود بیدار و وا جوید خوری

کو گرسنه خفته باشد بی‌خبر
وان دو پستان می‌خلد زو مهر در

کنت کنزا رحمة مخفیة
فابتعثت امة مهدیة

هر کراماتی که می‌جویی بجان
او نمودت تا طمع کردی در آن

چند بت بشکست احمد در جهان
تا که یا رب گوی گشتند امتان

گر نبودی کوشش احمد تو هم
می‌پرستیدی چو اجدادت صنم

این سرت وا رست از سجدهٔ صنم
تا بدانی حق او را بر امم

گر بگویی شکر این رستن بگو
کز بت باطن همت برهاند او

مر سرت را چون رهانید از بتان
هم بدان قوت تو دل را وا رهان

سر ز شکر دین از آن برتافتی
کز پدر میراث مفتش یافتی

مرد میراثی چه داند قدر مال
رستمی جان کند و مجان یافت زال

چون بگریانم بجوشد رحمتم
آن خروشنده بنوشد نعمتم

گر نخواهم داد خود ننمایمش
چونش کردم بسته دل بگشایمش

رحمتم موقوف آن خوش گریه‌هاست
چون گریست از بحر رحمت موج خاست

English translation

Religion is not that falcon which fled from the King toward that old crone who was sifting flour to cook tatmaj for her children. She saw that fine, well-born falcon, bound its feet, clipped its wings, cut its talons, and diminished its strength. She said, 'The unqualified have not cared for you properly; your feathers have grown too much and your talons too long. The hand of every unqualified person makes you sick; come to mother, so she may tend you.' Know the affection of the ignorant to be like this, friend: the ignorant person always goes crookedly on the path. The King's day grew late in searching; he went toward that crone and that tent. Suddenly he saw the falcon amid smoke and dust; the King wept over him bitterly and lamented. He said, 'Although this is the recompense of your deed, since you were not firm in loyalty to us: how can you flee from Paradise to Hell, heedless of "the companions of the Fire are not equal"? This is the due of one who rashly flees from the knowing King to the house of a foul old woman.' The falcon rubbed its wing on the King's hand, saying without a tongue, 'I have sinned.' Then where should the base one cry, where should he lament, if You, Generous One, accept only what is good? The King's grace makes the soul seek out its offense, for the King makes every ugly thing beautiful. Do no ugliness, for our good deeds appear ugly before our Beautiful One. You supposed your own service to be worthy; because of that you raised the banner of crime. When remembrance and prayer were authorized for you, your heart became proud from praying. You saw yourself as conversing with God; many are separated by that supposition. Although the King sits with you on the ground, know yourself and sit more fittingly. The falcon said, 'O King, I repent; I have repented and become a new Muslim. The one whom You make drunk and lion-seizing: if he goes crooked from drunkenness, accept his excuse. Though my talons are gone, if You are with me I will uproot the banner of the sun. Though my wings are gone, if You favor me, the sphere will lose its falconry game in my game. If You grant me a belt, whom shall I not overthrow? If You give me a reed pen, I will break standards. After all, my body is not less than a gnat; I will overturn Nimrod's kingdom with my wing. In weakness, take me as Ababil; take each enemy of mine as an elephant. I will cast a burning pellet the size of a hazelnut; my pellet in action is equal to a hundred mangonels. Though my stone is the size of a chickpea, in battle neither head nor helmet remains. Moses came to war with one staff and struck Pharaoh and his swords. Every messenger who single-handed knocked at that door struck single-handed against all horizons. When Noah was asked for a sword, the flood wave became swordlike through him. O Ahmad, what is the army of the earth? Look at the moon in the sky and split its brow, so that the ignorant fortunate and unfortunate may know: this cycle is yours; it is not the cycle of the moon. This cycle is yours, for Moses the Speaker longed to dwell in your cycle. When Moses saw the splendor of your cycle, in which the dawn of manifestation was breathing, he said, 'Lord, what cycle of mercy is that? It has passed beyond mercy; there is vision there. Plunge Moses himself into the seas; bring him up from within Ahmad's cycle.' He said, 'Moses, I showed you that; I opened the path to that seclusion for you, because you are far from that cycle while in this cycle, O Speaker; draw back your foot, for this carpet is extensive. I am generous: I show bread to the servant so that desire may make that living one weep. You see a mother rub a child so he will wake and seek food, when he has slept hungry and unaware, while affection pricks him from those two breasts. I was a hidden treasure, a hidden mercy, so I raised up a guided community. Every miracle you seek with your soul: He showed it to you so that you would desire it. How many idols Ahmad broke in the world, until communities became ones who say, "Lord." Had Ahmad's striving not existed, you too would worship an idol like your forefathers. This head of yours was freed from prostrating to an idol, so that you might know his right over the communities. If you give thanks, give thanks for this deliverance: may he free your aspiration from the inward idol too. Since he freed your head from idols, by that same power free the heart as well. You turned your head away from thanks for religion because you received it gratis as an inheritance from your father. What does an heir know of the worth of wealth? Rustam labored with his life, and Zal received it for nothing. When I make someone weep, My mercy boils up; the one crying out drinks My bounty. If I did not wish to give, I would not show it at all; since I have bound his heart, I will open it. My mercy waits upon those lovely weepings; when he wept, a wave rose from the sea of mercy.'

Updated 2026-05-09

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