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حدیقة الحقیقه و شریعة الطریقه / Hadiqat al-Haqiqah (The Walled Garden of Truth)

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بخش ۱۰ - در ذمّ عوام و بازاریان و جهال گوید ذکر مساوی العوان للخواص نفع عام / Section 10 - He Speaks in Condemnation of the Common Folk, Merchants, and the Ignorant: Mentioning the Vices of the Commoners to the Elites is of General Benefit

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عامه تا در جهان اسبابند
همه در کشتی اند و در خوابند

دل عامی چو دیدهٔ یار است
نیم بیمار و نیم بیدار است

گنده و بی مزه است صحبت عام
چون سگ پخته و چو مردم خام

زان گروهی که سوی درویشان
نفرت آرد همی خرد زیشان

از دل عامی و بخیل و حسود
کینه آید ولیک ناید جود

مگس و گزدمند مردم دون
نیشی اندر دهان یکی در کون

نه به دل بر نهد جهان پلید
بر سر دیو چتر مروارید

ز آفت نیش یک جهان گزدم
چشم من پر مژه ست چون گندم

روی چون ابر از آن دژم دارند
که چو ابر آب در شکم دارند

چون خره زان سزای قربانند
که خره وار مغ مسلمانند

چون مگس روی بهر نان شویند
در چو گربه برای خوان جویند

مزد باشد برای خندیدن
سبلت زن به مزدشان ریدن

گاه شوخی پلید چون مگس اند
گاه صحبت به غیض چون دنس اند

شوخ همچون مگس ولی بانان
طعمهٔ عنکبوت بی سامان

بهر پیوند جان مهمان را
روزه فرموده سال و مه جان را

گر یکی میهمان بخوان رسدش
کارد گویی به استخوان رسدش

گر دهند این گره به کوه آوا
نکند که بزرگشان به صدا

از پی یک دو لقمه خرد به هیچ
کرده بسیار گونه راه بسیچ

مردم عامه همچو زنبورست
که صلاح از وجودشان دورست

هوس دخلشان چودوزخشان
دفتر خرجشان چو مطبخشان

از پی یک دو لقمهٔ تر و شور
بام و دیوار خز چو گربه و مور

ریششان سال و مه ببردن چیز
از شره مانده بر گذر گه تیز

حاصل سفله چیست جز غم و رنج
قفص تیز چیست جز قولنج

یک دم ار تخته در بغل گیرند
خانهٔ خویش در تبل گیرند

یک دم ار گوش سوی رود آرند
به دو گوز آسمان فرود آرند

شکر ایشان بخواهم ارچه به روز
بشکند زوبه ساعتی صد گوز

ذکرش بر هجاش شیر گواست
ریش مادر غرش بکن که رواست

آمد از چنگشان ز سبلت حیز
در تظلم میان درکهٔ تیز

چون نعامه به گاه نان خوردن
لیک چون مرغ وقت اه کردن

اه کنند از دریغ اه کردن
خه کنند از جواب خه کردن

عامه مانند گردباد بود
که سبک خیز همچو باد بود

به یکی باد خوش شود ناچیز
صورت مرد دارد و تن حیز

عرض عامه بسان نار بود
گرچه بی مال و بی تبار بود

کرده مجروح چون دد از بیداد
که نه دندان نه ناخنش ماناد

English translation

As long as the common people are in the world of material means, They are all in a ship and fast asleep. The heart of a commoner is like the eye of a beloved: Half-sick and half-awake. Foul and tasteless is the company of the common folk, Like cooked dog meat and raw, unrefined men. They are of that group from whom the intellect Shrinks with aversion towards the dervishes. From the heart of the commoner, the miser, and the envious, Malice arises, but never generosity. The base people are like flies and scorpions: One with a sting in its mouth, the other in its rear. The vile world does not place A pearl umbrella upon the head of a demon. From the threat of the sting of a world of scorpions, My eyes are full of lashes like wheat. They have faces gloomy like clouds Because, like clouds, they have water in their bellies. Like donkeys, they are worthy of being sacrificed, For they possess the brain of a donkey. Like flies, they wash their faces for the sake of bread; Like cats, they seek the dining table. Their reward for laughing Is to have their mustaches defecated upon. In times of playfulness, they are filthy like flies; In conversation, they are like dirt in anger. Impudent like flies, yet for bread, They are the prey of the destitute spider. To sustain the life of a guest, They order their own souls to fast all year round. If a single guest arrives at their table, It is as if a knife has reached their bone. If this group calls out to a mountain, The mountain would not echo back any greatness in reply. For the sake of one or two tiny bites, They have prepared many winding paths. The common people are like wasps, From whose existence rectitude is far. Their desire for gain is like their hell; Their ledger of expenses is like their kitchen. For the sake of a couple of fresh or salty bites, They crawl on roofs and walls like cats and ants. Their beards, all year round, in pursuit of taking things, Are left greedy at every passage. What is the harvest of the base person but sorrow and pain? What is a cage of sharp winds but colic? If they hold a board under their arm for a moment, They beat the drum of their own house. If they listen to a lute for a single moment, They bring down the sky with flatulence. I would offer gratitude for them, even though They break it a hundred times in an hour. Its mention is testified by milk; Indeed, shaving their mother's beard is fitting. From their clutches and their effeminate mustaches, Comes oppression in the sharp lower depths. Like an ostrich when it is time to eat bread, But like a regular bird when it is time to work. They sigh in regret of sighing, And they laugh in response to laughing. The common folk are like a whirlwind, Rising swiftly like the wind. With a single pleasant breeze, they vanish; They have the face of a man but a weak body. The honor of the commoner is like fire, Even if they are without wealth and lineage. Wounded like a wild beast by injustice, May neither its teeth nor its claws remain.

Updated 2026-07-03

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