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Haft Awrang

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بخش ۵۱ - خاتمه کتاب / Section 51 - Conclusion of the Book

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جامی از شعر و شاعری باز آی
با خموشی ز شعر دمساز آی

شعر شعر خیال بافتن است
بهر آن شعر مو شکافتن است

گر چو استاد کارگر همه سال
شعر بافی کنی بدین منوال

به عبث شکل موشکافی چند
شعر گویی و شعر بافی چند

نکند با تو بیش ازین ایام
کت به بافندگی برآرد نام

نیست از نام و ننگ رنگ تو را
گر ازین نام نیست ننگ تو را

نه چه گفتم چه جای این سخن است
رای دانا ورای این سخن است

هست همت چو مغز و کار چو پوست
کار هر کس به قدر همت اوست

کار فرخنده گشته از فرهنگ
کارگر را در او چه تهمت ننگ

همت مرد چون بلند بود
در همه کار ارجمند بود

نرسد جز بلند معراجی
خیر نساج را ز نساجی

کار کاید ز کارخانه خیر
در دو عالم بود نشانه خیر

نکند کز طبع خرده دان زاید
بهر شاهان خرده دان شاید

مدح دونان به نغز گفتاری
خرده دان را بود نگونساری

شیوه مادحی چو گیری پیش
مدح شاهان سرفراز اندیش

خاصه شاهی که از مسافت دور
مدت قطع آن سنین و شهور

مخلصی را به تنگنای خمول
بسته بر خود در خروج و دخول

نه ز نظمش جواهر منظوم
خوانده از نامه ثنا مرقوم

نه ز نثرش لآلی منثور
دیده در نامه دعا مسطور

به کرامند تحفه یاد کند
به گرامی هدیه شاد کند

چیست آن تحفه بدره زر ناب
وان هدیه عطیه نایاب

بدره ای بی شمار بدر در او
اخترانی بلند قدر در او

بدر تدویر و آفتاب درخش
لون شان طبع را مسرت بخش

عدد اخترانش بی شتلم
از اصول عدد دوازدهم

بر نصاب کواکب مرصود
گر شود کسر وی ز وی مفقود

لعبتانند جمله زرد لباس
به دو رویی به شهر روی شناس

روی سایند اگر به سنگ سیاه
زان شود تابناک سنگ چو ماه

رسته هر یک ز داغ آتش و دود
آتشین داغ بهر جان حسود

آنچه زین بیشتر ز شاه سعید
به فقیران نیکخواه رسید

کف جود ویش مضاعف ساخت
بحر را شرمسار زان کف ساخت

شاهدی کان سلاسل الذهب است
که ز بختش رسیده این لقب است

پایه ای دارد آنچنان عالی
که هلال آمدش به خلخالی

پای همت کشید ازان خلخال
کافسری بایدم گران مثقال

زان زری کامد از خزینه شاه
با خردمند قاصدی همراه

تا کنم زان به نیروی امید
افسر سرفرازی جاوید

گرچه زانجا که هست پایه فقر
که مبادا زوال سایه فقر

همه ملک جهان حقیر بود
زانکه آخر فناپذیر بود

لیک از آنجا که تحفه شاهیست
یاد کرد کمین هوا خواهیست

برق نور است زاسمان بلند
بر زمین فرود قدر نژند

قدر آن را قیاس نتوان کرد
جز ز شکرش اساس نتوان کرد

با دهان ز قیل و قال خموش
می کنم از زبان حال خروش

آن خروشی که گوش جان شنود
بلکه اهل خرد به آن گرود

گوش سر از سماع آن معزول
گوش سر بر سماع آن مجبول

تا بود در زمانه گفت و شنفت
تا بود قول آشکار و نهفت

گوش دهر از دعای شه پر باد
داعیان را به آن تفاخر باد

هر دعا را بقای آن مضمون
به سعادات سرمدی مقرون

همه مقبول و مستجاب شده
همه مقرون به فتح باب شده

بر همین نکته ختم شد مقصود
لله الحمد و العلی والجود

English translation

Jami, turn away from poetry and poetizing, Become familiar with silence instead of poetry. Poetry is but weaving the fabric of imagination, For that, poetry is a matter of hair-splitting. If like a master craftsman all year round, You weave poetry in this manner, Why engage in this futile hair-splitting? How long will you speak verses and weave poetry? Time will do nothing more for you, Than earning you a name for weaving. You have no coloring of name or shame, Even if this name brings you no shame. No, what did I say? This is not the place for such words, The wise man's opinion is far beyond this talk. Aspiration is like the brain and action is like the skin, Everyone's work is in proportion to their aspiration. Work has become auspicious through culture and knowledge, What shame or accusation can there be for the worker in it? When a man's aspiration is high, It is precious and honorable in every endeavor. Nothing but a high ascension comes To the weaver of good from weaving. The work that comes from the workshop of good, Is a sign of good in both worlds. Lest a subtle detail be born of nature, It is fitting for detail-noticing kings. Praising the base with sweet eloquence, Is a downfall for the refined thinker. If you take up the path of a panegyrist, Contemplate the praise of exalted kings. Especially a king who, from a long distance— The crossing of which takes years and months— [Remembers] a sincere devotee in the strait of obscurity, Who has closed upon himself the door of entry and exit. Neither from his poetry have jewels of verse Been read from the written letter of praise, Nor from his prose have scattered pearls Been seen written in the letter of prayer. [Yet] he remembers him with a noble gift, And makes him happy with a precious present. What is that gift? A purse of pure gold, And that present? A rare offering. A purse with countless full moons in it, Exalted stars of high worth in it. Full moons of perfect roundness and a shining sun, Their color bringing joy to the soul. The number of its stars, without dispute, Is the twelfth from the principles of numbers. On the scale of observed stars, If its fraction is lost from it, They are all beauties dressed in yellow, Well-known for their two-facedness in the city. If they rub their faces on a black stone, From that, the stone becomes luminous like the moon. Each has risen from the brand of fire and smoke, A fiery brand for the soul of the envious. What has reached the well-wishing poor From the fortunate king more than this, His hand of generosity made it double, Making the sea ashamed of that hand. A witness that is 'Silsilat al-Dhahab' (The Chain of Gold), Which has received this title from his fortune. It has a station so high, That the crescent moon became its anklet. The foot of aspiration withdrew from that anklet, Saying: I need a heavy crown. From that gold that came from the king's treasury, Accompanied by a wise messenger, So that with it, by the power of hope, I may make a crown of eternal exaltation. Although from the standpoint of poverty— May the shadow of poverty never perish!— The entire kingdom of the world is insignificant, Because it is ultimately transient. Yet since it is a kingly gift, It is a remembrance of the humblest well-wisher. It is a flash of light from the high heaven, Upon the lowly earth of miserable worth. Its value cannot be estimated, Except that its foundation must be gratitude. With a mouth silent from arguing and disputing, I raise a cry with the tongue of my state. A cry that the ear of the soul hears, Indeed, the people of intellect believe in it. The physical ear is dismissed from hearing it, While the ear of the soul is naturally disposed to hear it. As long as there is speaking and hearing in the world, As long as there is speech manifest and hidden, May the ear of time be filled with prayers for the king, And may those who pray take pride in it. May the content of every prayer endure, Joined with eternal happiness. All accepted and answered, All joined with the opening of the door. Upon this very point, the purpose was concluded, Praise be to God, the Sublime, the Generous.

Updated 2026-07-07

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