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بخش ۳۲ - مقاله ششم در اشارت به زکات که سرمایه بالش مال و مالش نفس بخل سگال است / Section 32 - The Sixth Article on Almsgiving (Zakat), which is the Source of Growth for Wealth and Cleansing for the Soul of Miserly Thoughts

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ای شده زندان درم مشت تو
بند بر آنجا ز هر انگشت تو

پیش که ایام کند رنجه ات
گردش او تاب دهد پنجه ات

عیش تو را حال دگرگون کند
نقد خود از دست تو بیرون کند

خوش بگشا دست چو احسانیان
از پی آزادی زندانیان

مرد درم زن که درم گرد ساخت
ساختنش گرد چرا ورد ساخت

گردش ازان ساخت که گردان بود
کف به کف از راهنوردان بود

نی که به دستت ز خلاف کرم
ناخنی از سیم شود هر درم

تاش جدا کم کنی از مشت خویش
بر صفت ناخن از انگشت خویش

ناخن سیمت که به کف حاصل است
ناخنه دیده جان و دل است

ناخنه از دیده دل بر تراش
ور نه به ناخن دل خود می خراش

جمع مکن درهم و دینار را
سخره مشو شحنه ادبار را

ور به مثل جمع شود صرف کن
گوش نیوشنده بدین حرف کن

هست مبرد که تو را سیبویه
گرچه به نحو است مشارالیه

هر چه بگوید بز اخفش شوی
ریش بجنبانی و دل خوش شوی

پیشه کنی از سر جهل شگرف
منع دنانیر و دراهم ز صرف

صرف همه گرچه نیاید ز تو
منع همه نیز نشاید ز تو

ده بدر از سیم و زرت آنقدر
کآردت از عهده واجب بدر

حق چو تو را داد ز دینار بیست
بخل به یک نیمه دینار چیست

ریخت ز درهم به کنارت دویست
پنج چو خواهد ز کناره مایست

زین زر و سیم است به باغ نعیم
قصر تو را خشت زر و خشت سیم

خشت زر پخته ده و سیم خام
تا که بود قصر تو فردا تمام

ماره مکن زر که شود ماره مار
گردنت از مار شود طوق دار

چون به گلوی کس ازان ماره هیچ
ندهی ازان بین به گلو مارپیچ

هر درم سیم که حق فقیر
زیر زمین می کنی اش جایگیر

بهر جزای تو به روز شمار
سرخ چو دینار کنندش زنار

گاه به رخ داغ نهندت که هان
بهر چه رخ داشتی از وی نهان

گاه به پهلو که ز بس بی رهی
پهلو ازو بهر چه کردی تهی

گاه به پشتت که ز روی درشت
بهر چه کردی سوی بیچاره پشت

داغ دو روه به تنت لاله وار
بس که بسوزند شوی لاله زار

جای دگر داغ کند هر درم
همچو تو ننهند به بالای هم

قدر درم گر بود افزون به فرض
طول دهندت به همان قدر و عرض

تفرقه کن جمع درم های خویش
سینه تهی کن ز الم های خویش

داغ جداییش که اینجا کشی
بهتر ازان داغ که فردا کشی

حیف بود کز پی فرزند و زن
داغ نهی این همه بر خویشتن

ضامن رزق همه شد کردگار
کار خدا را به خدا واگذار

English translation

O you whose fist has become a prison for the dirhams, With a lock on it from every one of your fingers! Before time inflicts pain upon you, And its revolution twists your hand, Changes the state of your pleasant life, And snatches your cash from your hand, Happily open your hand like the benevolent, For the sake of freeing the prisoners. The mint-master who made the dirham round— Why did he make its roundness a rule? He made it round so that it would circulate, Passing hand to hand among travelers of the road. Not so that, contrary to generosity, in your hand Every dirham becomes like a silver fingernail, So that you rarely separate it from your fist, Just like a fingernail from your finger. Your silver fingernail which is held in your palm, Is a cataract in the eye of the soul and heart. Scrape this cataract from the eye of the heart, Or else scratch your own heart with your fingernail. Do not accumulate dirhams and dinars, Do not become a laughingstock to the officer of misfortune. And if, perchance, they are accumulated, spend them! Lend a listening ear to this word. There is Al-Mubarrad, who to you is Sibawayh, Though in grammar he is the referred authority, Whatever he says, you become Al-Akhfash's goat, Nodding your beard and being pleased. You practice, out of immense ignorance, The withholding of dinars and dirhams from being spent. Though spending all of them may not be expected of you, Withholding all of them is also not proper for you. Give away enough of your gold and silver To release you from your obligatory duty. When God has given you twenty dinars, What is this miserliness over a single half-dinar? If He showered two hundred dirhams into your lap, When He asks for five, do not hold back! It is from this gold and silver that, in the Garden of Bliss, Your palace has bricks of gold and silver. Give the brick of baked gold and raw silver, So that your palace may be complete tomorrow. Do not hoard gold lest the hoard become a snake, And your neck be collared by that snake. Since you give nothing from that hoard to anyone's throat, Look how a snake twists around your throat because of it. Every silver dirham belonging to the poor That you bury under the ground, For your punishment on the Day of Reckoning, They will make it red-hot like a fiery dinar. Sometimes they brand your face with it, saying: 'Behold! Why did you turn your face away from it?' Sometimes on your side: 'O wayward one, Why did you turn your side away from it?' Sometimes on your back: 'Why, with a harsh demeanor, Did you turn your back on the helpless one?' Double-sided brands on your body like tulips; They will burn you so much that you become a tulip garden. Each dirham will brand a different spot; They will not stack them one on top of the other as you did. If the size of the dirham is assumed to be larger, They will stretch your brand to that same length and width. Disperse your gathered dirhams, And empty your breast of your afflictions. The brand of separation from it that you endure here Is better than the branding you will endure tomorrow. It is a pity that for the sake of children and wife You inflict all these brandings upon yourself. The Creator is the guarantor of everyone's sustenance; Leave God's work to God!

Updated 2026-07-19

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