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بخش ۱۶ - حکایت در عدل و سیاست و جود پادشاه / Section 16 - A Tale on the Justice, Politics, and Generosity of the King

متن و ترجمه / Text and Translation

روزی از روزها به وقت بهاررفت محمود زاولی به شکار
One day in the time of spring,
Mahmud of Zabul went hunting.
دید زالی نشسته بر سر راهرویش از دود ظلم گشته سیاه
He saw an old woman sitting by the road,
Her face blackened from the smoke of oppression.
بر تن از ظلم و جور پیراهناز گریبان دریده تا دامن
On her body, from oppression and cruelty, a shirt,
Torn from the collar to the hem.
هر زمان گفتی ای ملک فریادچیست این ظلم و چیست این بیداد
Every moment she would say, "O King, help!
What is this oppression and what is this injustice?"
چاوشی رفت تا کند دورشدید از دور شاه و دستورش
A herald went to drive her away,
He saw the king and his minister from afar.
راند محمود اسب را بر زالتا همی باز پرسد آن احوال
Mahmud rode his horse towards the old woman,
To ask about those circumstances:
کاین چه آشوب و بانگ و فریادستباز گو کز که بر تو بیدادست
"What is this commotion, cry, and plea for help?
Tell me, from whom has injustice befallen you?"
گنده پیر ضعیف تیره روانآب حسرت ز دیده کرد روان
The weak old hag with a darkened soul,
Let the water of regret flow from her eyes.
گفت زالی ضعیف و درویشمکس نیازارد از کم و بیشم
She said, "I am a weak and poor old woman,
No one should be bothered by my having little or much.
پسری دارم و دو دختر خردپدر هر سه شد دو سال که مرد
I have a son and two young daughters,
The father of all three died two years ago.
از غم نان و جامهٔ ایشانمی دوم بر طریق درویشان
From the sorrow of their bread and clothing,
I run along the path of the dervishes.
خوشه چینم به وقت کشت و دروارزن و باقلی و گندم و جو
I glean at the time of sowing and reaping,
Millet, beans, wheat, and barley.
سال تا سال از آن بود نانمتا نگویی که من تن آسانم
From year to year, that is my bread,
Lest you say that I am idle.
بر من از چیست جور تو پیداآخر امروز را بود فردا
Why is your cruelty apparent upon me?
After all, today has a tomorrow.
چند از این ظلم و رعیت آزردنمال و ملک یتیمگان خوردن
How much of this oppression and tormenting of subjects,
And consuming the wealth and property of orphans?
بودم اندر دهی مهی مزدوراز برای یکی سبد انگور
I was a hired laborer in a village for a month,
For the sake of one basket of grapes.
دی سر ماه بود و من ز نشاطبستدم مزد تا روم به رباط
Yesterday was the end of the month, and I, in joy,
Took my wage to go to the caravanserai.
پنج ترک آمد از قضا پیشمخواند از ایشان یکی بر خویشم
Five Turks came before me by chance,
One of them called me to himself.
بگرفت آن سبد ز گردن منمن برآوردم از عنا شیون
He took that basket from my neck,
I let out a wail from suffering.
دیگری آمد و زدم چوبیتا زمن برنخیزد آشوبی
Another came and struck me with a stick,
So that no commotion would rise from me.
گفتم این کیست وین که شاید بودکو برآورد از تن من دود
I said, 'Who is this and who might this be,
Who brought forth smoke from my body?'
گفت جاندار شاه محمودستزین جزع مر ترا چه مقصودست
He said, 'It is the bodyguard of King Mahmud,
What is your intention with this lamentation?
بر خود و جان خود مخور زنهارراه را پیش گیر و بانگ مدار
Do not bring harm upon yourself and your soul, beware,
Take your path and do not make a sound.'
من ز گفتار وی بترسیدمراه اشکار تو بپرسیدم
I became frightened by his speech,
And I inquired about your hunting route.
به سر راه تو دویدم تفتاز من آرام و صبر جمله برفت
I ran swiftly to your path,
All peace and patience left me.
من ترا حال خویش کردم درساز دعای من ضعیف بترس
I have given you a lesson on my condition,
Fear the prayer of me, a weak one.
گر نیابم ز نزد تو من داددر سحر نزد او کنم فریاد
If I do not find justice from you,
At dawn, I will cry out to Him.
آه مظلوم در سحر بیقینبتر از تیر و ناوک و زوبین
The sigh of the oppressed at dawn, certainly,
Is worse than an arrow, dart, and javelin.
در سحرگه دعای مظلوماننالهٔ زار و آه محرومان
At dawn, the prayer of the oppressed,
The bitter groan and sigh of the deprived,
بشکند شیر شرزه را گردندرکش از ظلم خسروا دامن
Breaks the neck of the fierce lion;
Draw back your skirt from oppression, O King!
آنچه در نیم شب کند زالینکند چون تو خسروی سالی
What an old woman does at midnight,
A king like you cannot do in a year.
گر تو انصاف من نخواهی دادروزی از ملک خود نباشی شاد
If you will not give me justice,
You will not be happy in your kingdom for a day.
این چه بیرسمی و ستمگاریستوین چه فرعونی و چه جباریست
What lawlessness and tyranny is this?
And what Pharaonic behavior and despotism is this?
گرت در ملک عادلی بودیباد کاهی ز من نبربودی
If there were justice in your kingdom,
The wind would not snatch a straw from me.
آخر از حشر یاد باید کردشاه را عدل و داد باید کرد
After all, one must remember the Gathering (Resurrection),
The king must enact justice and equity.
تخت سلطان چه تو بسی دیده ستداد و بیداد هرکس اشنیده ست
The sultan's throne has seen many like you,
It has heard the justice and injustice of everyone.
بگذرد دور عمر تو ناگاهبر سر دیگری نهند کلاه
The span of your life will suddenly pass,
They will place the hat on the head of another.
خورد او مال و تو حساب دهیاندر آن روز چون جواب دهی
He will consume the wealth and you will give account,
On that day, how will you answer?
اندر آن روز کی رسد فریادمر ترا هیچ بنده و آزاد
On that day, when will anyone's help reach you,
Any slave or free man?"
ماند محمود زاولی حیراناندر آن گنده پیر چیره زبان
Mahmud of Zabul remained bewildered,
At that old hag with the dominating tongue.
زار زار از حدیث او بگریستگفت ما را چنین چه باید زیست
He wept bitterly at her words,
He said, "Why must we live like this?
تا نیارد که از رزی انگورسوی خانه برد زنی مزدور
That a hired woman cannot bring,
Grapes from a vineyard to her home.
روز حشر آخر این بپرسندمبنگر از جهل من چه خرسندم
On the Day of Gathering, ultimately, they will ask me this;
Look at how content I am in my ignorance.
ملک اگر هست یا نه این چه غمستبر من این غم ز نام من ستمست
Whether there is a kingdom or not, what sorrow is this?
Upon me, this sorrow from my name is an oppression.
خصم من گر همین زن پیرستدر قیامت مرا چه تدبیرست
If my adversary is this very old woman,
What will be my strategy on the Day of Resurrection?
زن نگردد اگر ز من خشنوددر قیامت چه زار خواهد بود
If the woman does not become pleased with me,
How miserable it will be on the Day of Resurrection!"
گفت آخر نگر کیند ایشانکه نمایند رنج درویشان
He said, "Finally look and see who they are,
Who cause suffering to the dervishes."
زال را پیش خواند و گفت بگویآنچه باید ترا مراد بجوی
He called the old woman forward and said, "Speak,
Seek whatever desire you must have."
زار بگریست زال و گفت ای شاهگرچه دستم ز مال شد کوتاه
The old woman wept bitterly and said, "O King,
Although my hand was cut short from wealth,
به خدا ار به من دهی صد گنجبرنخیزد ز جان من این رنج
By God, if you give me a hundred treasures,
This suffering will not rise from my soul.
خسرو از بهر عدل باید و دادورنه هرکس ز پشت آدم زاد
A monarch is needed for the sake of justice and equity,
Otherwise, everyone is from the back of the children of Adam.
تا چه باید که چون تو باشی شاهبادی از پیش من رباید کاه
Why should it be that when you are the king,
A wind should snatch a straw from before me?"
خورد سوگند شهریار جهانبه خدا و پیمبر و قرآن
The monarch of the world swore an oath,
By God, the Prophet, and the Quran.
گفت هر پنج را برآویزماسب از اینجای پس برانگیزم
He said, "I will hang all five,
And then I will spur my horse from this place."
زود هر پنج را بیاوردندحلقشان سوی ریسمان بردند
Soon they brought all five,
They took their throats toward the rope.
هریکی را به گوشه ای آویختلشکر از دیدگان همی خون ریخت
He hung each one in a corner,
The army poured blood from their eyes.
زال را گفت هان شدی خشنوداز تو بر رهزنان نصیب این بود
He said to the old woman, "There, are you pleased?
This was the share of the highwaymen from you."
باغی از خاص خود بدو بخشیدتا ازو جود و عدل هردو بدید
He bestowed upon her a garden from his own private estate,
So that she saw both generosity and justice from him.
خسرو کامران چنین بایدتا ازو ملک و دین برآساید
A successful monarch must be like this,
So that state and religion find peace through him.
هرکه در ملک و دین چنین باشددرخور حمد و آفرین باشد
Whoever is like this in state and religion,
Is worthy of praise and applause.
دست انصاف تا تو بگشادیاین جهان بست کلهٔ شادی
Since you opened the hand of equity,
This world has bound the hat of joy.
گر تو نیکی کنی جزا یابیدر جهان جاودان بقا یابی
If you do good, you will find reward,
In the eternal world, you will find survival.

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