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بخش ۴۹ - فی ذمِ حبّ الدّنیا و منع شرب الخمر / Section 49 - On the Condemnation of Love of the World and Prohibition of Drinking Wine

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می همی خور کنون به بوی بهار
باش تا بردمد ز گور تو خار

ای چو فرعون شوم گردنکش
از ره آب رفته در آتش

چکنی در میان رنج خمار
کار آبی که آتش آرد بار

زان چنان خون که از لگد ریزند
پس ز تابوت خم برانگیزند

نه که زنده شوی گزنده شوی
از لگد مرده ای چه زنده شوی

چون چو شیران به کرد خود نچری
همچو روباه خون رز چه خوری

عشق بیرون برد ترا ز خودی
بی خودی را بدان ز بیخردی

با خرد میل سوی مل چکنی
سپر خار برگ گل چکنی

آنکه دارد خرد نخواهد مل
وانکه باشد حزین نبوید گل

از پی هوش برمگردان میل
خاصه مستی و خانه بر ره سیل

چون براتی ندارد اندر ره
لاشه خر را به دست دزد مده

به بود خواجه را در این بازار
وندرین گلشن و درین گلزار

کیسه خالی و شهر پر ماتم
شرع خصم و ندیم نامحرم

کوی پر دزد و زو بعست و پری
تو همی کوک و کو کنار خوری

حزم خود کن که دزدت از خانه است
خازنت خاینست و بیگانه است

تا کی از خویشتن کمی بودن
دلت نگرفت ز آدمی بودن

اندرین سور پر ز شور و شغب
دل پر از غم نشین و مهر به لب

باده خوردی ولیک باهی نه
دوغ خوردی ولیک با کینه

چون شدی مست هستی ای ساده
خیک باده چو خاک افتاده

چکنی باده کاندرین فرسنگ
بار شیشه است و ره یخ و خر لنگ

خر لنگ ضعیف و بار گران
منزلت سنگلاخ و تو حیران

راه تاری چراغ بی روغن
باد صرصر تو بادخانه شکن

سر بی مغز و پای محکم نی
مال همدست و یار محرم نی

خوابگه ساخته ز شاخ درخت
تا نهاده قدم به جایی سخت

تا ترا اندرین سفر ز گزاف
باشد اندر خیال خانهٔ لاف

شب سر خواب و روز عزم شراب
چه کند جز که دین و ملک خراب

تو به می شاد و آدم اندر بند
اینت بد مهر و ناخلف فرزند

گرچه شادی نمای اول اوست
کیسهٔ گم شده معول اوست

کو بدین خاکدان و ویران ده
کیسه لاغر کنست و تن فربه

داند آن کو گشاده رگ باشد
که میان بسته تیزتگ باشد

مرد فربه چو پنج گام برفت
هفت عضوش ز چار طبع نهفت

تو به چستی حساب از او برگیر
چون بپوشند جامهٔ شبگیر

که گریبان چو دامن و تیریز
عطسه و خوی گرفت و سرفه و تیز

او سرت را گرفته زیر دو پای
تو ز جان ساخته تنش را جای

تو بدو دین و بخردی داده
او به تو دیوی و ددی داده

تو ازو آن خوری که پستی تست
و او ز تو آن برد که هستی تست

عمر دادی به باد از پی می
غافلی زین شمار عز علی

به نشاط و سماع مشغولی
وز سرای بقا تو معزولی

فارغ از مرگ و ایمن از گوری
من چه گویم ترا به دل کوری

چنگ در دنیی زبون زده ای
دل پاکیزه را به خون زده ای

حبه ای نزد تست کوه احد
سیم باید که باشدت لابد

ور نباشد خدا و دین باشد
دیو دنیی چنینت فرماید

هیچ خصمت بتر ز دنیا نیست
با که گویم که چشم بینا نیست

گل به نزد تو زان فراز آمد
که گلو را به گل نیاز آمد

English translation

Drink wine now with the scent of spring, Wait until thorns sprout from your grave. O you who, like the wretched and rebellious Pharaoh, Have gone into fire by the way of water. Why do you undergo the suffering of a hangover, Doing the work of water that bears the fruit of fire? From such blood as they shed by kicking, And then raise from the coffin of the wine-vat. You will not become alive, you will become stingingly harmful, Dead from being trampled, how can you become alive? When you do not graze like lions on your own deeds, Why do you drink the blood of the grape like a fox? Love will take you out of yourself, Know selflessness from brainlessness. With intellect, why do you lean toward wine? Why do you make the rose leaf a shield for thorns? He who has intellect does not desire wine, And he who is sorrowful does not smell the rose. Do not turn your inclination away from consciousness, Especially when drunk and the house is on the path of a flood. Since it has no passport on the way, Do not give the packhorse into the hand of a thief. It is better for the master in this market, And in this flower garden and in this orchard, To have an empty purse and a city full of mourning, The Sacred Law as adversary and the companion uninitiated. The street full of thieves, demons, and spirits, While you eat wild lettuce and poppy capsules. Be cautious, for your thief is from inside the house, Your treasurer is a traitor and a stranger. How long will you remain diminished from your true self? Are you not weary of being human? In this feast full of noise and clamor, Sit with a heart full of grief and a seal on your lips. You drank wine, but there was no lust, You drank buttermilk, but with malice. When you became drunk with existence, O simpleton, The wineskin fell like dust. Why do you drink wine, when in this league The cargo is glass, the path is ice, and the donkey is lame? A weak, lame donkey and a heavy load, The destination rocky and you bewildered. A dark path, a lamp without oil, The howling cold wind, and you a wind-breaker. A brainless head and no firm foot, No helper for wealth, and no intimate friend. Making a bedchamber from a tree branch, Until placing a foot on a firm place. So that in this journey, boastfully, There might be in your imagination a house of pretense. Sleep at night and the intent to drink by day, What can it do but ruin religion and kingdom? You are happy with wine, while man is in chains, What an ill-tempered and unfilial child you are! Although its first appearance is joyful, It is the lament of the lost purse. For in this dustbin and ruined village, It makes the purse lean and the body fat. He knows, who has an open vein, That the one with a girded loin runs fast. When a fat man walks five steps, His seven limbs hide from the four temperaments. Take account of him with agility, When they put on the garments of the night-traveler. For the collar becomes like the skirt and gusset, He is seized by sneezing, sweating, coughing, and flatulence. He has held your head under his two feet, While you made his body a place for your soul. You gave him religion and wisdom, He gave you deviltry and beastliness. You consume from him that which is your baseness, And he takes from you that which is your existence. You gave your life to the wind for the sake of wine, You are oblivious of this reckoning of the Exalted Ali. You are occupied with joy and listening to music, And you are dismissed from the everlasting abode. Unconcerned with death and safe from the grave, What shall I say to you, O blind of heart? You have clawed at this base world, And stained your pure heart with blood. A grain is like Mount Uhud to you, You must have silver by all means. And if there is no God and religion, The demon of the world commands you so. No enemy of yours is worse than the world, To whom shall I say this, when there is no seeing eye? The flower came near to you from above Because your throat had need of clay.

Updated 2026-07-03

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