1Cademy - بخش ۴۷ - اشارت به بعضی از شعرای ماتقدم که از سلاطین پیشین تربیت ها یافتند و نام اینان به واسطه مدایح آنان بر صحیفه روزگار بماند / Section 47 - Reference to some of the poets of the past who received patronage from former sovereigns and whose names remained on the page of time by virtue of their panegyrics

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بخش ۴۷ - اشارت به بعضی از شعرای ماتقدم که از سلاطین پیشین تربیت ها یافتند و نام اینان به واسطه مدایح آنان بر صحیفه روزگار بماند / Section 47 - Reference to some of the poets of the past who received patronage from former sovereigns and whose names remained on the page of time by virtue of their panegyrics

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حبذا شاعران مدحت سنج
پرده در مدح شهریاران رنج

نام ایشان ز جنبش اقلام
ثبت کرده به دفتر ایام

گر نمانده ست جسمشان زنده
اسمشان زنده ایست پاینده

رودکی آن که در همی سفتی
مدح سامانیان همی گفتی

چون به آن قوم همسفر می رفت
نه به آیین مختصر می رفت

صله نظم های همچو درش
بود در بار چارصد شترش

چون شتر زین رباط بیرون راند
بر زمین غیر شعر هیچ نماند

نام او را که می برند امروز
هست ازان شعر انجمن افروز

همچنین نام آل سامان را
نیک کاران و نیکنامان را

زنده از نظم خویش می دارد
وز پس پرده پیش می آرد

عنصری آن که داشت عنصر پاک
کم چو اویی فتد ز عنصر خاک

گوهر سلک چار عنصر بود
گوش گیتی ز نظم او پر بود

رودکی آنچه ز آل سامان یافت
او ز محمود بیشتر زان یافت

صله اش ساز و برگ خوشنودی
صله کش پیل های محمودی

مشک مدحش به آب شعر سرشت
کاخ اقبال را کتابه نوشت

صد ره از جای رفت کاخ و سرای
ماند جاوید آن کتابه به جای

وان معزی که خاص سنجر بود
در فصاحت زبان چو خنجر بود

خنجر آبدار و پر گوهر
گوهرش مدح شاه دین پرور

چون به مدحش شدی چو خنجر تیز
کردیش دست شاه گوهر ریز

گرچه صد گنج دست شاه فشاند
بر زمین غیر مدح شاه نماند

انوری هم چو مدح سنجر گفت
وین گرانمایه در به وصفش سفت

«گر دل و دست بحر و کان باشد
دل و دست خدایگان باشد»

بحر شد خشک و کان به زلزله ریخت
وان در از رشته بقا نگسیخت

با همه طمطراق خاقانی
بهر تاج آوران شروانی

گرچه دارد ز نغز گفتاری
مدح های هزار دیناری

نقد اهل جهان ز دینارش
نیست جز نقدهای گفتارش

رفت سعدی و دم ز یکرنگی
زدن او به سعد بن زنگی

به ز سعد و سرای و ایوانش
ذکر سعدیست در گلستانش

از سنایی و از نظامی دان
که ز دام اوفتادگان جهان

چون درین دامگاه یاد آرند
زان دو بهرامشاه یاد آرند

کو ظهیر آن به مدح نغمه سرای
کرده نه کرسی فلک ته پای

تا ببوسد رکاب ممدوحش
گردد ابواب رزق مفتوحش

نیست اکنون ز چاپلوسی او
جز حدیث رکاب بوسی او

از کمال گروه ساعدیان
نیست چیزی بجز سخن به میان

بود سلمان درین خراب آباد
مدح گوی اویس با دل شاد

بر زبان آنچه مانده زیشان است
چند بیتی ز نظم سلمان است

ای بس ایوان بر کشیده به چرخ
وی بسا قصر سر کشیده به چرخ

که برافراختند تاجوران
یادگاری به عالم گذران

تا ازین کوچگه چو درگذرند
جمع آیندگان در آن نگرند

یاد پیشینیان کنند از پس
به ثناشان برآورند نفس

چشم پوشیده چند بنشینی
خیز و چشمی گشای تا بینی

قصرها پست از زلازل دهر
قصریان بند در سلاسل قهر

زان بناها نمانده است آثار
جز کتابه به دفتر اشعار

وان عمارات را نه سر نه بن است
آنچه باقیست زان همین سخن است

یادگاری درین رباط کهن
نیست بهتر ز نظم و نثر سخن

به سخن زنگها زدوده شود
به سخن بندها گشوده شود

بس گره کافتد از زمانه به کار
که نماید گشادنش دشوار

ناگه از شیوه سخنرانی
نهد آن کار رو به آسانی

English translation

Hail to the praise-singing poets, who endured hardship in praising rulers. Their names, by the movement of pens, are recorded in the ledger of time. Though their bodies are no longer alive, their names live on eternally.

Rudaki, who used to pierce pearls and sing the praises of the Samanids, when he traveled with that group, he did not go in a humble manner. The reward for his pearl-like verses was loaded on four hundred camels. When the camel departed from this tavern, nothing remained on earth but poetry. The name of his that they mention today is because of that assembly-brightening poetry. Likewise, the name of the House of Saman, those doers of good and of good repute, he keeps alive through his poetry, and brings them forward from behind the curtain of the past.

Unsuri, who possessed a pure nature—seldom does the like of him arise from the element of earth. He was the jewel in the string of the four elements; the ear of the universe was filled with his poetry. What Rudaki received from the House of Saman, Unsuri received even more from Mahmud. His rewards were the provisions of contentment, the carriers of his rewards were Mahmud's elephants. He kneaded the musk of his praise with the water of poetry, and wrote an inscription on the palace of fortune. A hundred times the palace and mansion vanished, but that inscription remained eternally in its place.

And that Mu'izzi, who was the intimate of Sanjar, in eloquence his tongue was like a dagger— a sharp and gem-studded dagger, its gems being the praise of the religion-fostering king. When he became as sharp as a dagger in his praise, the king's hand would shower gems upon him. Though the king's hand scattered a hundred treasures, nothing remained on earth except the praise of the king.

Anvari, too, when he sang the praise of Sanjar, and pierced this precious pearl in his description: 'If the heart and hand are the sea and the mine, they are the heart and hand of the sovereign.' The sea dried up, and the mine collapsed in an earthquake, but that pearl did not break from the thread of survival.

With all the grandeur of Khaqani for the crown-wearers of Shirvan, though he possesses, due to his fine speech, panegyrics worth a thousand dinars, the currency of the world's people from his dinars is nothing but the currency of his speech.

Sa'di has gone, who spoke of sincerity and loyalty to Sa'd ibn Zangi. Better than Sa'd, his palace, and his hall, is the mention of Sa'di in his Golestan.

Know of Sanai and Nizami, that when the captives of this world remember things in this trap, they remember those two Bahramshahs through them.

Where is Zahir, that songster of praise, who made the nine heavens the footstool of his feet, so that he might kiss the stirrup of his praised one, and the gates of sustenance be opened to him? Today nothing remains of his flattery except the tale of his stirrup-kissing.

Of Kamal, from the group of Isfahani's descendants, nothing remains in discussion except his speech.

Salman was in this ruined world, the praise-singer of Uways with a joyful heart; what has remained on the tongue from them is a few verses from Salman's poetry.

Oh, how many halls raised to the sky, and how many palaces reaching up to the heavens, that the crown-wearers erected as a memorial in this transient world, so that when they pass away from this stopping place, the assembly of those who come after may look upon them, and remember their predecessors afterwards, and breathe sighs in their praise!

How long will you sit with closed eyes? Rise and open your eyes to see! Palaces leveled by the earthquakes of time, palace-dwellers bound in the chains of wrath. No trace remains of those structures, except the inscription in the register of poems. And those buildings have neither head nor base; what remains of them is only this speech.

A memorial in this old tavern is nothing better than speech in poetry and prose. Through speech, rust is wiped away; through speech, bonds are unlocked. Many a knot that time ties in one's affairs, and whose untying seems difficult, suddenly, by the art of eloquence, that matter moves toward ease.

Updated 2026-07-07

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