1Cademy - بخش ۷۸ - به ختم پنجمین انگشت از پنجه ا ین کتب پنجگانه که دست قوی بازوان را تاب می دهد به خاتم خاتمه / Section 78 - On the Sealing of the Fifth Finger from the Hand of These Five Books, Which Lends Strength to the Strong of Arm, with the Seal of the Conclusion

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بخش ۷۸ - به ختم پنجمین انگشت از پنجه ا ین کتب پنجگانه که دست قوی بازوان را تاب می دهد به خاتم خاتمه / Section 78 - On the Sealing of the Fifth Finger from the Hand of These Five Books, Which Lends Strength to the Strong of Arm, with the Seal of the Conclusion

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بیا جامی ای عمرها برده رنج
ز خاطر برون داده این پنج گنج

شد این پنجت آن پنجه زور یاب
کزو دست دریا کفان دیده تاب

عجب اژدهاییست کلک دو سر
که ریزد برون گنجهای گهر

کند اژدها بر در گنج جای
ولی کم بود اژدها گنج زای

شد آن اژدها گنج در مشت تو
بر او حلقه زد مار انگشت تو

چه گوهر فشانند این گنج و مار
که شد پر گهر دامن روزگار

ولی بینم از کلک هر گنج سنج
پر از پنج گنج این سرای سپنج

به آن پنجها کی رسد پنج تو
که یک گنجشان به ز صد گنج تو

به تخصیص پنجی که سر پنجه زد
بشیری که سرپنجه از گنجه زد

به ترکی زبان نقشی آمد عجب
که جادو دمان را بود مهر لب

ز چرخ آفرین ها بر آن کلک باد
که این نقش مطبوع ازان کلک زاد

ببخشود بر فارسی گوهران
به نظم دری در نظم آوران

که گر بودی آن هم به لفظ دری
نماندی مجال سخن گستری

به میزان آن نظم معجز نظام
نظامی که بودی و خسرو کدام

چو او بر زبان دگر نکته راند
خرد را به تمییزشان ره نماند

زهی طبع تو اوستاد سخن
ز مفتاح کلکت گشاد سخن

سخن را که از رونق افتاده بود
به کنج هوان رخت بنهاده بود

تو دادی دگر باره این آبروی
کشیدی به جولانگه گفت و گوی

صفایاب از نور رای تو شد
نوایی ز لطف نوای تو شد

بر این نخل نظمی که پرورده ام
به خون دلش در بر آورده ام

نشد باعثم جز سخندانیت
به دستور دانش سخنرانیت

وگر نی من آن را چو آراستم
نه احسان نه تحسین ز کس خواستم

چه خیزد ز مدخل که احسان کند
چه آید ز تحسین که نادان کند

به لطف سخن گر ستودم تو را
حد دانش خود نمودم تو را

که این مال و جاه ار چه جان پرور است
کمال سخن از همه بهتر است

رود یکسر ار سیر چرخ کهن
ولی تا جهان هست ماند سخن

سخن نیز اگر چند دایم بقاست
خموشی عجب دلکش و جانفزاست

بیا ساقیا جام دلکش بیار
می گرم و روشن چو آتش بیار

که تا لب بر آن جام دلکش نهیم
همه کلک و دفتر بر آتش نهیم

بیا مطربا تیز کن چنگ را
بلندی ده از زخمه آهنگ را

که تا پنبه از گوش دل برکشیم
همه گوش گردیم و دم درکشیم

English translation

Come, Jami, O you who have borne toil for years, and brought forth from your mind these five treasures. This five of yours has become that mighty hand, from which even the hands of the sea-scattering have felt strain. What a wondrous dragon is the two-headed pen, that pours forth treasures of jewels. The dragon makes its lair at the door of the treasure, yet rarely is a dragon a bearer of treasure. That dragon-treasure has come into your fist; the snake of your finger has coiled around it. How they scatter jewels, this treasure and this snake, so that the skirt of the age has become full of pearls. Yet I see, from the pen of every treasure-weigher, this transient abode brimming with five treasures. When will your five reach those fives, when one treasure of theirs is worth a hundred of yours— especially the five that struck with its claw, a bearer of good tidings whose grip reached out from Ganja. In the Turkish tongue a wondrous design appeared, that set a seal upon the lips of the magic-breathers. May praises from the heavens be upon that pen, from which this pleasing design was born. It showed mercy to the Persian jewel-bearers, to those who string Dari verse into order, for had that too been in the Dari tongue, no room would have remained for spreading eloquence. By the measure of that miraculously ordered verse, who would Nizami be, and which Khusraw? When he uttered subtle points in another tongue, no path remained for the intellect to tell them apart. Bravo to your nature, O master of speech, from the key of your pen, speech was unlocked. Speech that had fallen from its splendor, and laid its baggage in the corner of abasement— you gave it, once again, this honor, and drew it to the arena of discourse. It gained purity from the light of your judgment; it gained melody from the grace of your song. Upon this palm-tree of verse that I have nurtured, I have brought its fruit to ripeness with my heart's blood. Nothing moved me but your discernment of speech, your learned mastery of eloquence. Otherwise, when I adorned it thus, I sought neither favor nor praise from anyone. What arises from a meddler who bestows favor? What comes of the praise an ignorant one gives? If with the grace of speech I have praised you, I have but shown you the measure of my own knowledge— for this wealth and rank, though they nourish life, the perfection of speech is better than all. Though the course of the ancient sphere pass utterly away, yet as long as the world endures, speech remains. And though speech too has lasting permanence, silence is wondrously charming and life-enhancing. Come, O cupbearer, bring the charming cup; bring wine warm and bright as fire, that we may set our lips to that charming cup, and lay all pen and notebook upon the flame. Come, O minstrel, tune the harp; raise the melody high with the plectrum, that we may draw the cotton from the ear of the heart, and become all ear, and hold our breath.

Updated 2026-07-19

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