1Cademy - بخش ۱۰۱ - قصه کلنگی که او را چون باز شکار کردن کبوتر هوس کرد و به واسطه این هوس از گرفتن کرم های آبی باز ماند و به شکار کبوتر نرسید بلکه خود شکاری دیگری شد / Section 101 - The Story of the Crane That Desired to Hunt Pigeons Like a Falcon, and Because of This Desire Was Kept from Catching Waterworms, and Did Not Manage to Hunt a Pigeon but Instead Became a Prey Himself

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Haft Awrang

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بخش ۱۰۱ - قصه کلنگی که او را چون باز شکار کردن کبوتر هوس کرد و به واسطه این هوس از گرفتن کرم های آبی باز ماند و به شکار کبوتر نرسید بلکه خود شکاری دیگری شد / Section 101 - The Story of the Crane That Desired to Hunt Pigeons Like a Falcon, and Because of This Desire Was Kept from Catching Waterworms, and Did Not Manage to Hunt a Pigeon but Instead Became a Prey Himself

Original content

گازری در در نواحی بغداد
بود در کار گازری استاد

بر لب دجله گازری کردی
روزی خود ز گازری خوردی

بر لب آب دایما می دید
که کلنگی بزرگ می گردید

کرمکی چون ز آب بنمودی
نول کردی دراز و بربودی

به همان از جهان قناعت داشت
غیر آن جمله باد می پنداشت

داشت با عز من قنع پیوند
بود پروازگاهش اوج بلند

خوار ناکرده ذل من طمعش
بود بی ذلت طمع شبعش

ناگهان روزی از هوا بازی
تیز پری بلند پروازی

کرد سوی کبوتری آهنگ
نای او را گرفت سخت به چنگ

از سر همت بلند که داشت
اندکی خورد و بیشتر بگذاشت

از کرم نیست مدخلی کردن
خوان نهادن تمام خود خوردن

به ازان سفره حفره آتش
که نشد زو گرسنه ای دل خوش

چون بدید آن کلنگ ساده نهاد
آتشی در نهاد او فتاد

گفت من خود به جثه زو بیشم
شیوه او چرا نیندیشم

باد ازین کار و بار خویشم شرم
که به کرمی شوم چنین دلگرم

همه عالم پر از وحوش و طیور
چند باشم به کرمکی مغرور

بعد ازین همتی به کار کنم
لایق خویشتن شکار کنم

به جهان در دهم صلای کرم
خود خوردم طعمه و خورانم هم

این بگفت و گشاد بال چو باز
از زمین کرد بر هوا پرواز

از قضا دید کز میان هوا
شد مطوق حمامه ای پیدا

کرد بر وی به سان باز کمین
تا فرو گیردش به چنگل کین

سرنگون شد ز بخت بد فرمای
در غدیری فتاد پر گل و لای

ماند در لای و گل پر و بالش
شد به ادبار مبدل اقبالش

دید گازر و شکاریی بی فخ
گفت به به که نیک شد مطبخ

بر گرفتش روان و با دل شاد
رو به خلوتسرای خویش نهاد

کرد شخصی سؤال ازو به شگفت
کین چه مرغ است در جوابش گفت

این کلنگیست کرده شهبازی
خورده زین صنعت تبه بازی

ساخته از پی شکار فنی
کرده خود را شکار همچو منی

هر که افزون کشد قدم ز گلیم
افکند خویش را به ورطه بیم

باز را در شکار بودن به
جغد را جغدوار بودن به

English translation

A washerman in the outskirts of Baghdad Was a master in the profession of washing. On the bank of the Tigris, he practiced his washing, And earned his daily bread from washing. On the riverbank, he constantly saw A large crane wandering around. Whenever a small worm appeared from the water, It would stretch its beak and snatch it. With that much, it was content with the world, Regarding everything else as mere wind. It was connected with the honor of 'whoever is content,' Its flying ground was the high heavens. The humiliation of 'whoever is greedy' had not demeaned it; Its satiety was achieved without the degradation of greed. Suddenly one day, a falcon from the air, Swift-winged and high-flying, Made a move toward a pigeon, Grasping its throat tightly in its talons. Out of the high magnanimity it possessed, It ate a little and left most of it behind. It is not of generosity to interfere, Or to spread a table and eat it all oneself. Better is a pit of fire than a table Where from no hungry person has their heart gladdened. When that simple-natured crane saw this, A fire fell into its nature. It said, 'I am larger than it in body size, Why shouldn't I adopt its way?' 'Shame on me for this work and livelihood of mine, That I am so enthusiastic about a small worm.' 'The whole world is full of wild beasts and birds, How long shall I be proud of a little worm?' 'Henceforth, I shall put resolve into my work And hunt prey worthy of myself.' 'I shall call the world to generosity, Eating the food myself and feeding others too.' This it said, and opened its wings like a falcon, Taking flight from the earth into the sky. By destiny, it saw that in mid-air A collared dove appeared. It lay in ambush for it like a falcon, To seize it with the talons of malice. It fell headlong due to its ill-fated fortune, Dropping into a pool full of mud and clay. Its feathers and wings remained stuck in the mud and clay; Its good fortune turned into adversity. The washerman saw it and found a prey captured without a trap; He said, 'Excellent, my kitchen has become fortunate!' He immediately picked it up and with a joyful heart, Set off toward his private abode. Someone asked him in astonishment, 'What bird is this?' In reply he said: 'This is a crane that played the falcon, Suffered ruin from this destructive craft.' 'It devised a technique to hunt, But made itself prey to someone like me.' 'Whoever stretches their leg beyond their blanket Casts themselves into the abyss of fear.' 'It is better for the falcon to be in hunting, And better for the owl to remain owl-like.'

Updated 2026-07-07

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