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بخش ۱۴ - جواب گفتن پدر پسر را / Section 14 - The Father's Answer to the Son

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پدر این قصه از زبان پسر
چون نیوشید گفت جان پدر

نیست پوشیده پیش اهل ادب
که بود ریش پر به عرف عرب

لیک آن پر که مرغ حسن و جمال
زند از وی سوی عدم پر و بال

گرچه خیزد همین ز روی و ذقن
رود از وی لطافت همه تن

نرگس چشم ازان شود بی آب
لاله روی ازان شود بی تاب

خم ابرو که خوانیش مه نو
شود از ریش داس عمر درو

قد که باشد نهال تازه و تر
خشک چوبی شود سزای تبر

خط فیروزه رنگ زنگاری
آورد روی در سیه کاری

خال مشکین که بر جبین و عذار
نقطه مشک بود بر گلنار

چون دمد ریش بینیش به صریح
مثل بعرالظباء حول الشیح

وانچه می خوانیش چه سیمین
بینی آن را به چشم عبرت بین

چون نشان سم ستور به راه
وز نم بول ازو دمیده گیاه

لب و سبلت چنان به هم کز موی
لای پالای بر دهان سبوی

رود القصه حسن و ماند ریش
گل دهد جای خویشتن به حشیش

چه حشیشی که آب و گل ببرد
چه گیاهی که گاو و خر بچرد

پس به این خال و خط مشو مغرور
باش از آلایش رعونت دور

کین همه زیب و زینت صور است
حال صورت زمان زمان دگر است

هر که او دل درین صور بسته ست
بگسل از وی که همتش پست است

پی آن رو که عارف معناست
مرد عارف به دوستی اولی ست

چون صور نیست ایمن از تغییر
دامن عاشقان معنی گیر

حسن معنی چو جاودان پاید
عشق آن اعتماد را شاید

حسن سیرت محل تغییر است
عارف از عشق آن کران گیر است

چون شنید این سخن پسر ز پدر
کرد بیرون غرور حسن ز سر

حسن سیرت گرفت با همه پیش
لیک با مرد عارف از همه بیش

چشم و دل بر رضای او می داشت
گوش بر حکم و رای او می داشت

هر چه گفتی به جان نیوشیدی
زهر دادی روان بنوشیدی

عارف تیز چشم معنی بین
کش شهود خدای بود آیین

روی او را چو روشن آینه تافت
که بر آن نور حق معاینه تافت

دایما در تجلی آن نور
بود از چشم خویشتن مستور

ذره بود او ز نور هستی حق
ذره در نور بود مستغرق

حبذا آن دو ناظر و منظور
هر دو ز آلودگی شهوت دور

روی در روی یکدگر کرده
باده از جام یکدگر خورده

سینه آن چو دامن این چاک
دامن این چو دیده آن پاک

حس این آفتاب هستی سوز
عشق آن صبح آفتاب افروز

بود یکچند ازان دو مهرگزار
گرم سودای عشق را بازار

عاقبت چون نهاد رو به زوال
زان پسر آفتاب حسن و جمال

عشق عشاق نیز رخت ببست
آتش اشتیاقشان بنشست

حسن شخص است و عشق چون سایه
سایه از شخص می برد مایه

چون درآید وجود شخص ز پای
نیست ممکن بقای سایه به جای

آن که دایم ز عشق لاف زدی
در محبت در گزاف زدی

ناگهانش به راه اگر دیدی
بی بهانه ز راه گردیدی

بر گرفتی ز دور راه گریز
پای خود درگریز کردی تیز

غیر عارف که رو به ره می داشت
سر آن رشته را نگه می داشت

گرچه عشقش نماند همچو نخست
نشد آیین آشنایی سست

عشق اگر رفت دوستداری ماند
در میانه طریق یاری ماند

English translation

When the father heard this story from the tongue of his son, he said, 'O soul of the father! It is not hidden from the polite and educated that, in Arabic custom, a beard is like feathers. But it is that feather by which the bird of beauty and elegance flaps its wings and flies towards non-existence. Although it arises only from the face and chin, all the tenderness of the body departs because of it. The narcissus of the eye loses its luster because of it, and the tulip of the face loses its radiance. The curve of the eyebrow, which you call the new moon, becomes a sickle of life's harvest through the beard. The stature, which was a fresh and moist sapling, becomes a dry piece of wood deserving of an axe. The turquoise-colored, rust-like down turns toward blackness and ruin. The musky mole upon the forehead and cheek, which was like a dot of musk on a pomegranate blossom, When the beard grows, you will clearly see it like the dung of gazelles around the wormwood shrub. And that which you call a silvery dimple on the chin, you will see with an eye of warning, Like the track of a beast's hoof on the path, from the moisture of whose urine grass has sprouted. The lip and the mustache will be so intertwined with hair, like a filtering cloth over the mouth of a pitcher. In short, beauty departs and the beard remains; the rose yields its place to weeds. What a weed! One that takes away water and clay; what a herb! One that cows and donkeys graze upon. Therefore, do not be proud of this beauty-spot and down; stay far from the pollution of vanity and arrogance. For all of this is the beauty and adornment of forms, and the state of form changes from moment to moment. Whoever has tied his heart to these forms, sever your ties with him, for his aspiration is low. Follow the one who is the gnostic of meaning; the gnostic man is more worthy of friendship. Since forms are not safe from change, grasp the skirt of the lovers of meaning. Since the beauty of meaning lasts eternally, the love of that is worthy of trust. The beauty of form (or character, as written in the text) is subject to change; the gnostic shuns the love of it. When the son heard this speech from the father, he cast the pride of beauty out of his head. He adopted virtuous character before everyone, but with the gnostic man most of all. He kept his eye and heart on his pleasure; he kept his ear to his command and judgment. Whatever he said, the son listened to with his soul; if he gave him poison, he drank it readily. The sharp-eyed gnostic who perceived meaning, whose custom was the witnessing of God, Saw his face shine like a bright mirror, upon which the light of God shone visibly. Constantly in the manifestation of that light, he was concealed from his own eyes. He was a speck from the light of God's existence; a speck submerged in light. How wonderful were those two—the observer and the observed—both far from the pollution of lust! Face to face with one another, drinking wine from each other's cup. The chest of the former torn like the skirt of the latter; the skirt of the latter pure like the eye of the former. The spiritual state of this one was a sun that consumes existence; the love of that one was a sun-brightening dawn. For a while, between those two loving souls, the market of love's transaction was hot. In the end, when the sun of beauty and elegance of that son began to decline, The love of the lovers also packed its bags; the fire of their yearning subsided. Beauty is the person and love is like the shadow; the shadow derives its substance from the person. When the existence of the person falls, it is impossible for the shadow to remain in its place. He who used to constantly boast of love, and speak extravagantly of affection, If he suddenly saw him on the path, he would turn away from the path without any excuse. He would take the path of escape from afar, quickening his steps in flight. Except for the gnostic, who kept his face to the path, and held on to the end of that thread. Although his love did not remain as it was at first, the custom of companionship did not grow weak. If love departed, friendliness remained; the path of friendship endured between them.'

Updated 2026-07-07

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