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بخش ۱۵۰ - حکایت بر سبیل تمثیل / Section 150 - A Tale by Way of Allegory

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داشت در ده مقام بیوه زنی
تازه رویی و نازنین بدنی

بود در کنج خانه مالامال
یک دو خم روغنش چو آب زلال

روزی افتاد حاجتش که به شهر
برد آن وز بهاش گیرد بهر

کرد ازان پر دو خیک و بر خر بست
جست بالا و در میانه نشست

مرد وار از گزند راه آزاد
خر سواره به شهر روی نهاد

چون ز ده دور گشت مقداری
آمد از ره پدید عیاری

پیش راهش گرفت کای خواهر
بلکه خورشید و ماه در چادر

از کجا می رسی چه داری بار
واندر این شهر با که داری کار

گفت با کس به شهر کارم نیست
رفتن از ده جز اضطرارم نیست

بار من روغن است و می کوشم
کش رسانم به شهر و بفروشم

گفت بگشای بار خویش که من
می روم سوی ده پی روغن

تا هم اینجا بهاش بشمارم
تو به ده من به شهر روی آرم

زن فرو جست و بار خویش بگشاد
خیک ها هر دو پیش مرد نهاد

مرد یک خیک را دهان بدرید
روغنش بهر امتحان بچشید

داد در دست زن که دار نگاه
تا به خیک دگر گشایم راه

زود بگشاد خیک دیگر سر
داد بیچاره را به دست دگر

چون دو دستش به خیک شد بسته
دست بردش به بند آهسته

کرد بیرون ز پاش شلوارش
بست کالای خویش در بارش

زن بیچاره چون به دفع فساد
نتوانست دست خویش گشاد

زانکه گر شور و جنگ می انگیخت
خیک روغن به خاک ره می ریخت

به ضرورت به کار تن در داد
نام و ناموس را به گوشه نهاد

گر ز روغن فراغتش بودی
دامن عصمتش نیالودی

بگسستی ز خیک چنگ و به جنگ
کار را بر حریف کردی تنگ

ای بسا کس که لاف مردی زد
دم ز آیین رهنوردی زد

همچو آن زن به این و آن شد بند
خویش را زیر حکم دیو افکند

زیر فرمان دیو شد ساکن
شد فضیحت ازان سکون لیکن

غفلتش بست دیده ادراک
که ندارد ازان فصیحت باک

روز آخر که مرگ مردم خوار
کند از خواب غفلتش بیدار

شود از کار و بار خویش آگاه
که بر او مکر دیو چون زده راه

یادش آید که در جوار خدای
بارها زد به جرم و عصیان رای

فعل های قبیح ازو صادر
گشت و حق بود حاضر و ناظر

یادش آید که در فلان ساعت
دیو چون زد بر او ره طاعت

رخ ز فرمان گذاری حق تافت
سوی کید و فریب دیو شتافت

هر چه در شصت سال یا هفتاد
کرد از شر و خیر پیش افتاد

یک به یک پیش چشم او دارند
آشکارا به روی او آرند

بگذارند ز گنبد والا
بانگ یا حسرتا و واویلا

English translation

A widow resided in a village, possessing a fresh face and a delicate body. In the corner of her house, she had one or two jars filled to the brim with oil as clear as pure water. One day, she had a need to take them to the city, to sell them and profit from their value. She filled two leather bags with it, loaded them onto a donkey, jumped up, and sat in the middle. Like a man, free from the dangers of the road, riding the donkey, she set off toward the city. When she had traveled a short distance from the village, a rogue appeared on the road. He blocked her path and said: 'O sister! Or rather, the sun and moon wrapped in a chador! From where are you coming? What is your cargo? And with whom do you have business in this city?' She said: 'I have no business with anyone in the city; leaving the village is only out of necessity. My cargo is oil, and I am striving to bring it to the city and sell it.' He said: 'Open your cargo, for I am heading toward the village in search of oil, So that I may pay its price right here; you return to the village, and I will head to the city.' The woman jumped down and opened her cargo, placing both leather bags before the man. The man tore open the mouth of one bag and tasted its oil for testing. He handed it to the woman, saying: 'Hold this, while I open the way to the other bag.' He quickly opened the other bag's head and handed it to the poor woman's other hand. When both her hands became bound to the bags, he slowly reached for her waistband. He stripped her trousers off her feet and packed his own goods into her cargo. The poor woman, to prevent the ruin of her oil, was unable to release her hands, Because if she had raised an uproar or a fight, the oil bags would have spilled onto the dirt road. Out of necessity, she submitted her body to the deed, setting aside her name and honor. If she had been free from the worry of the oil, she would not have defiled the skirt of her chastity; She would have released her grip from the bags and made things difficult for her adversary in battle. O, how many there are who boast of manliness and speak of the customs of the spiritual path, Yet, like that woman, they become bound to this and that, throwing themselves under the command of the devil. They settle under the command of the devil, but from that submission comes disgrace; Yet their negligence has closed the eyes of their perception, so they have no fear of that disgrace. On the final day, when people-devouring death awakens them from the sleep of negligence, They will become aware of their deeds and how the devil's deceit has led them astray. They will remember that in the presence of God, they repeatedly chose sin and rebellion; Abominable deeds were committed by them, while the Truth was present and observing. They will remember that at such-and-such an hour, how the devil blocked their path of obedience, They turned their faces away from obeying God, and rushed toward the trickery and deceit of the devil. Whatever they did of good or evil in sixty or seventy years will come before them; They will bring it one by one before their eyes, making it manifest to them. They will raise from the high dome of heaven the cry of "Alas, my grief!" and "Woe is me!"

Updated 2026-07-07

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