1Cademy - بخش ۴۴ - حکایت آن شیر زن موصلی که به روبه بازی موصل اخبار خواجه ای که طالب مواصلت وی بود پای توکل از پیشه فقر بیرون ننهاد / Section 44 - The Story of That Brave Woman of Mosul Who, Despite the Fox-like Trickery of the Messenger of a Nobleman Seeking Union with Her, Did Not Step Out of the Practice of Spiritual Poverty and Trust in God

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Haft Awrang

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بخش ۴۴ - حکایت آن شیر زن موصلی که به روبه بازی موصل اخبار خواجه ای که طالب مواصلت وی بود پای توکل از پیشه فقر بیرون ننهاد / Section 44 - The Story of That Brave Woman of Mosul Who, Despite the Fox-like Trickery of the Messenger of a Nobleman Seeking Union with Her, Did Not Step Out of the Practice of Spiritual Poverty and Trust in God

Original content

بود مردانه زنی در موصل
سر جانش به حقیقت واصل

همچو خورشید مؤنث در نام
لیک در نور یقین مرد تمام

رو به محراب عبادت کرده
چاک در پرده عادت کرده

نه ره خورد به خود داده نه خفت
خاطرش فرد ز همخوابی جفت

مالداری ز بزرگان دیار
در بزرگی نسب پاک عیار

کس فرستاد به وی کان سره زن
در ره صدق و صفا نادره فن

ز آدمی فرد نشستن نه سزاست
آن که از جفت مبراست خداست

سر نخوت مکش از همسریم
تن فرو ده به زناشوهریم

مهرت ای رابعه ستر و جمال
هر چه خواهی دهم از مال و منال

شیرزن عشوه روبه نخرید
داد پیغام چو آن قصه شنید

که مرا گر به مثل بنده شوی
همچو خاکم به ره افکنده شوی

همگی ملک شود مال توام
دست در هم دهد آمال توام

لیک ازینها چو غباری خیزد
وقت صافم به غبار آمیزد

حاش لله که به اینها نگرم
راه اقبال بر اینها سپرم

پایه فقر بود وایه من
کی فتد بر دو جهان سایه من

مهر هر سفله کجا گیرم خوی
سوی هر قبله کجا آرم روی

English translation

There was a brave, manly woman in Mosul, The secret of her soul was united with the Truth. Like the sun, feminine in grammatical name, Yet in the light of certainty, a complete man. She had turned her face to the altar of worship, And had torn through the veil of worldly habits. She gave no way to eating or sleeping, And her mind was free from the intimacy of a spouse. A wealthy man among the nobles of the land, Of noble lineage and pure caliber in his greatness, Sent a messenger to her, saying, 'O virtuous woman, Unique in skill on the path of truth and purity, To sit alone and isolated from mankind is not fitting; He who is free from a spouse is only God. Do not turn away your head in pride from being my companion; Submit yourself to being my wife. Your dowry, O Rabia of modesty and beauty— Whatever you desire of wealth and property, I shall give.' The lioness did not buy the fox's deception, And sent a message when she heard that tale, saying, 'Even if you were to become my slave, And be cast down like dust upon my path, And even if all your kingdom and wealth were to become mine, And all my desires were to be fulfilled through you, Yet from these things a cloud of dust arises, Which would mingle dust into my clear, pure moments of devotion. Far be it from me to look upon such things, Or to walk the path of prosperity toward them. The station of spiritual poverty is my desire; How could my shadow ever fall upon the two worlds? How could I adapt my nature to the love of any base person, And how could I turn my face toward any other Qiblah?'

Updated 2026-07-19

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