1Cademy - بخش ۵۰ - مقاله پانزدهم در تنبیه آنان که صبح شیب از شب شباب ایشان دمیده است و در آن صبحگاهی نسیم آگاهی به مشام ایشان نرسیده / Section 50 - The Fifteenth Discourse on Admonishing Those for Whom the Dawn of Old Age Has Risen from the Night of Youth, and Yet the Breeze of Awareness Has Not Reached Their Sense of Smell in That Early Morning

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Haft Awrang

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بخش ۵۰ - مقاله پانزدهم در تنبیه آنان که صبح شیب از شب شباب ایشان دمیده است و در آن صبحگاهی نسیم آگاهی به مشام ایشان نرسیده / Section 50 - The Fifteenth Discourse on Admonishing Those for Whom the Dawn of Old Age Has Risen from the Night of Youth, and Yet the Breeze of Awareness Has Not Reached Their Sense of Smell in That Early Morning

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ای تنت از شمع گدازنده تر
شعله زنان آتش شیبت ز سر

داده سر سبز تو آتش فشان
از شجر اخضر و نارش نشان

چرخ که بر فرق تو کافور ریخت
بر تو هم از شعر تو کافور بیخت

تا که کند سردی کافور سرد
بر دل گرمت هوس خواب و خورد

کرده شب موی تو تصویر صبح
روز اجل راست تباشیر صبح

گردش دولابی چرخ برین
بر سر آرام گرفته زمین

کالبد جوجو آزادگان
در ته سنگ ستم افتادگان

آردکنان بس که بفرسود و کاست
موی تو پر گرد ازان آسیاست

پشت تو مانند کمان گشته کوز
خشک شده پوست بر آن همچو توز

رشته اشک تو بر آن بسته زه
ناوک آه تو بر آن تیر نه

جز پی آن نیست که کاری کنی
در ره مقصود شکاری کنی

قد تو لام و الف آمد عصا
هر دو پی نفی وجود تو لا

یعنی از آیینه لوح وجود
نفی شود صورت بود تو زود

یک نشناسی ز دو وقت شمار
تا نکند شیشه دو چشم تو چار

پا به دم مار ز نادیدنت
خلق به فریاد ز نشنیدنت

سنگ به دندانت شدی لخت لخت
موم کنون پیش تو چون سنگ سخت

با همه رخنه که به دندان توست
نامده یک حرف برون زان درست

نایدت از دست که جنبی زجای
تا نشود دست مددگار پای

لرزش دست تو به هنگام کار
برده ز دست تو برون اختیار

چون گره سیم شده مشت تو
رفته چو سیماب ز انگشت تو

قوت امساک نماندت به دست
گرچه که امساک تو را دست بست

قاعده حرص جز امساک نیست
چاره امساک بجز خاک نیست

پیش که با خاک روی خاک شو
پیش که ناپاک روی پاک شو

پیر شدی شیوه پیرانه گیر
شیوه پیرانه خوش آید ز پیر

دست ز فتراک جوانان بدار
عشق و جوانی به جوانان گذار

چون تو ازین پیری خویشی ملول
کی کندت طبع جوانان قبول

English translation

O you whose body is more melting than a candle, While the fire of your old age is blazing from your head! Your green head, now a volcano, Gives a sign of the green tree and its fire. Heaven, which poured camphor upon your crown, Also sifted camphor upon you from your hair, So that the coldness of camphor may cool down The desire for sleep and food in your warm heart. The night of your hair has pictured the dawn, And the day of death has its morning twilight. The waterwheel-like turning of the high heavens, Over the earth that has settled in rest, Has ground the bodies of the free-born grain by grain, As they lay fallen beneath the stone of tyranny. Because it has ground and diminished so much, Your hair is full of dust from that mill. Your back has bent crooked like a bow, And the skin upon it has dried like birch bark. The string of your tears has bound a bowstring to it, With the arrow of your sigh placed upon it. This is only so that you may accomplish some work, And hunt some prey on the path of your quest. Your stature is like the letters Lam and Alif, and your cane is another, Both of them together spell 'La' to negate your existence, Meaning that from the mirror of the tablet of existence, The form of your being shall soon be negated. You cannot distinguish one from two at the time of reckoning, Lest the glass makes your two eyes into four. Your foot steps on the tail of a snake because you cannot see, And people cry out because you cannot hear. Stones would shatter to pieces by your teeth before, Yet now wax seems as hard as stone to you. With all the gaps that are in your teeth, Not a single word comes out from them correctly. It is not in your power to move from your place, Unless your hand becomes a helper to your foot. The trembling of your hand at the time of work Has stripped all control away from your hand. Your fist has become like a knot of silver, Yet strength has slipped like quicksilver from your fingers. You have no strength left in your hand to grasp, Even though avarice has bound your hands. The rule of greed is nothing but holding back, And there is no remedy for this holding back except the earth. Before you go to the earth, become humble like earth; Before you go defiled, become pure. You have become old, so adopt the ways of elders; The manner of elders looks beautiful on an old person. Keep your hand off the saddle-straps of the youth, Leave love and youthfulness to the young. Since you yourself are weary of this old age of yours, How could the nature of the young ever accept you?

Updated 2026-07-19

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