1Cademy - بخش ۴ - پایه دعاگویی جناب خداوندگاری چنان بلند است که مادام که قلم بلند بالا پای بر قبه قصر قصه قیصر و کنگر ایوان داستان نوشیروان ننهاد سر او به آن نرسید لاجرم سر کرده و سر بر آن درآورده همواره این رقم می زند که سایه دولتش پاینده باد و آفتاب معدلتش تابنده / Section 4 - The station of praying for His Lordship is so high that as long as the tall pen did not set foot on the dome of the palace of Caesars story and the battlements of the palace of Nushirvans tale, its head could not reach it; inevi

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بخش ۴ - پایه دعاگویی جناب خداوندگاری چنان بلند است که مادام که قلم بلند بالا پای بر قبه قصر قصه قیصر و کنگر ایوان داستان نوشیروان ننهاد سر او به آن نرسید لاجرم سر کرده و سر بر آن درآورده همواره این رقم می زند که سایه دولتش پاینده باد و آفتاب معدلتش تابنده / Section 4 - The station of praying for His Lordship is so high that as long as the tall pen did not set foot on the dome of the palace of Caesar's story and the battlements of the palace of Nushirvan's tale, its head could not reach it; inevi

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کاش نوشیروان کنون بودی
عدلش از پیشتر فزون بودی

تا ز دعوی عدل شرمنده
خسرو روم را شدی بنده

کردی از بندگی سرافرازی
پیش شاه مجاهد غازی

پشت بر پشت شاه و شاه نشان
بندگانش ز جاه شاه وشان

مهبط العز و العلا سلطان
بایزید الدرم شه دوران

منبع جود و مجمع الطاف
مخزن عدل و معدن انصاف

خاک ایران زمین ازو گلشن
جان یونانیان ازو روشن

کاشف عقده های یونانی
شارح نکته های ایمانی

رای او گنج علم را مفتاح
روی او بزم ملک را مصباح

کرده طبعش به فکرت صافی
در کلام خدای کشافی

نه مجسطی ز شرح او جسته
نه قلیدس ز قدح او رسته

در خیالات هیئت افلاک
طبع او در نهایت ادراک

مطمئن در مواقف تأیید
مطلع بر مقاصد تجرید

لفظ و خطش مطالع انوار
نظم و نثرش طوالع اسرار

بیش ازین گر به فرض راندی حرف
از علوم عرب چه نحو و چه صرف

سیبویهش شدی بز اخفش
ریش جنبان ازان فواید خوش

حظ خود چون ز علم برگیرد
سوی اعداء ره سفر گیرد

آن غزا مایه بلا گردد
بر عدو صورت عزا گردد

تیغ او آفتاب رخشان است
گشته طالع بر اوج ایمان است

گشته زو ظلمت ضلالت دور
عالم از پرتو هدی پر نور

رمحش آن اژدهای خونخوار است
کش درون مخالفان غار است

بنگر آن اژدها که چون هر دم
درکشد عمر مدبری در دم

تیرش آن جره باز تیز پر است
که پران ز آشیانه ظفر است

بر صف خصم اگر گذار کند
مرغ جان همه شکار کند

چون نهد پشت خود به مسند جاه
کند اندر جهان به عدل نگاه

رسم ظلم از زمانه برخیزد
ظالم از هر کرانه بگریزد

شیر با گاو صلح جوی شود
گرگ با میش نرم خوی شود

بگذرد از شکار رنگ پلنگ
با دو رنگی شود به او یکرنگ

چون نهد سر به خواب خوش خرگوش
گیردش سگ به مهر در آغوش

به دم از روی او مگس راند
تا بر او خواب را نشوراند

بوز خوف سیاست شه را
ندرد پوستین روبه را

ور شود پوستینش را روزی
چاکی آید به پوستین دوزی

تیهو ایمن ز باز چون دراج
که کند نقد عمرشان تاراج

هم ازان ایمنی شود سپری
سر زند قهقهه ز کبک دری

خواهم از جود او سخن رانم
چون کفش در و گوهر افشانم

باز گویم که گوهر افشانی
پیش دستش بود ز نادانی

ابر نیسان که درفشان آمد
آب دریا که بیکران آمد

گه شمرد آن به سبحه انگشت
یا که پیمود این به مکیل مشت

بسط کرده بساط فضل و کرم
طی شده باز نامه حاتم

هر گدایی ز جود او معنی ست
پیش او ذکر معن بی معنی ست

کان ز دستش به کوه برده پناه
ساخته زیر سنگ منزلگاه

ور ببخشد ادای احسان را
به یکی دفعه حاصل کان را

بحر پر شور کرده در عمان
گوهر خویش در صدف پنهان

وان صدف را به قعر داده مقر
زیر و بالای او هزار خطر

زان هراسان که چون فتد به کفش
ندهد از تاج خویشتن شرفش

بلکه بر فرق هر گدا ریزد
همچو باران که بر گیا ریزد

جامیا تا کی این سخنرانی
در مدیح جناب سلطانی

تو که باشی که مدح او گویی
کام خاطر ز مدح او جویی

از ثنا و مدیح دست بردار
به دعای صریح دست برآر

کای خداوند کردگار کریم
ایزد فرد و پادشاه قدیم

با وجودت ازل چو دی و پریر
با بقایت ابد نه چندان دیر

نه فلک نقطه ای ز پرگارت
هفت دریا نمی ز ادرارت

مدت صنع تو چو لمح بصر
بل کزان نیز اقرب و اقصر

می نگویم که این و آتش ده
گویم آتش بده که آتش به

هر چه دانی سعادت دو سرای
در توفیق آن بر او بگشای

آن دوام است امر دم مشتق
اشتقاقیست بس لطیف الحق

از زبان مسبحان سپهر
نیکخواهان جاهش از سر مهر

دم دم کوس او چه صبح و چه شام
هست تکرار امر او به دوام

به نفاذ امرشان قرین بادا
همه را بر وی آفرین بادا

English translation

Would that Nushirvan were alive now, His justice would have been even greater than before, So that, ashamed of his claim to justice, He would have become a servant to the Khosrow of Rum. He would have taken pride in his servitude Before the king, the holy warrior, the conqueror. Generations after generations of kings and king-makers, His servants are like kings in their majesty. The descent of glory and loftiness is the Sultan, Bayezid the Yıldırım, the king of the era. The source of generosity and the assembly of graces, The treasury of justice and the mine of equity. The soil of the land of Iran is a rose-garden because of him, The soul of the Greeks is enlightened because of him. The solver of Greek complexities, The commentator on the subtleties of faith. His judgment is the key to the treasury of knowledge, His face is the lamp of the assembly of the kingdom. His pure-minded nature has made A commentary on the Word of God. Neither the Almagest has escaped his exposition, Nor has Euclid escaped his critical refinement. In the imaginations of the astronomical spheres, His intellect is at the ultimate level of perception. Tranquil in the stations of divine support, Aware of the objectives of abstraction. His words and handwriting are the rising places of lights, His poetry and prose are the dawning places of mysteries. If he were to speak even more, hypothetically, Of the sciences of the Arabs, whether syntax or morphology, Sibawayh would have become like the goat of Akhfash, Shaking his beard in joy from those pleasant benefits. When he takes his share of knowledge, He departs on a journey toward the enemies. That holy war becomes a source of calamity for them, And turns into mourning for the enemy. His sword is a shining sun, Dawning upon the peak of faith. Through him, the darkness of misguidance has been removed, And the world is filled with light from the beam of guidance. His spear is a bloodthirsty dragon, Whose cave is inside the opponents. Behold that dragon, how in every breath It swallows the life of an unfortunate opponent in an instant. His arrow is a swift, sharp-winged falcon, Which flies from the nest of victory. If it passes through the ranks of the enemy, It hunts the birds of all their souls. When he rests his back on the seat of majesty, He looks upon the world with justice. The custom of oppression vanishes from the era, The oppressor flees from every corner. The lion seeks peace with the ox, The wolf becomes gentle with the ewe. The leopard refrains from hunting the wild goat, And becomes of one color with the two-colored. When the rabbit lays its head for a sweet sleep, The dog embraces it with affection. With its breath, it drives away flies from its face, Lest it should wake it from its sleep. Out of fear of the king's governance, the baboon Does not tear the fox's fur coat. And if its fur coat should one day Be torn, it goes to the furrier. The grey partridge is safe from the falcon, like the francolin, Lest the falcon plunder the coin of their lives. From that very safety, fear disappears, And laughter rings out from the mountain partridge. If I wish to speak of his generosity, Or scatter pearls and jewels like his palm, I must say that scattering pearls Before his hand would be out of ignorance. The rain-cloud of April that showers pearls, The water of the sea which is boundless— Sometimes he counted the former on his fingers like prayer beads, Or measured the latter with a measuring fist. He has spread the carpet of grace and generosity, And the record of Hatim has been folded away. Every beggar is filled with meaning by his generosity, Before him, the mention of Ma'n is meaningless. The mine has taken refuge from his hand in the mountain, Making its dwelling place beneath the stone. And if he should bestow the payment of grace, Giving at one time the entire yield of the mine, The sea would make a tumultuous noise in Oman, Hiding its pearls within the oyster, And settling that oyster at the bottom of the deep, With a thousand dangers above and below it, Fearful lest, should it fall into his hand, It would not grant honor to his crown, But rather he would pour it upon the head of every beggar, Like rain falling upon grass. O Jami! How long will this speech continue In praise of the royal presence? Who are you to speak his praise, Or seek your heart's desire from his praise? Desist from praise and eulogy, And raise your hands in explicit prayer. O Lord, Generous Creator, Unique God, and Ancient King! With Your existence, eternity-past is like yesterday and the day before, With Your survival, eternity-future is not so distant. The nine heavens are but a dot from Your compass, The seven seas are but a drop from Your bounty. The duration of Your creation is like the blink of an eye, Nay, even closer and shorter than that. I do not say 'give him this' and 'give him fire,' I say give him light, for light is better. Whatever happiness of the two worlds You know, Open the door of its success to him. That perpetuity is the derivative of the command of breath, A derivation that is indeed very subtle. From the tongues of the glorifiers of heaven, Who wish him well in his majesty out of pure affection. The beat of his war-drum, whether morning or evening, Is the repetition of His command eternally. May it be conjoined with the execution of their command, And may praise be upon him from everyone!

Updated 2026-07-07

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