1Cademy - بخش ۳۶ - قصه آن مخنث که از روزن در منظری افتاد و از آنجا در خانه سفلی و از آنجا در سردابه ای و از آنجا در چاهی چون در سردابه افتاد بانگ کرد که ای خداوندان سرای، سرای شما زمین ندارد / Section 36 - The Story of the Effeminate Man Who Fell from a Skylight into a Lookout, and from There into a Lower House, and from There into a Cellar, and from There into a Well, and When He Fell into the Cellar, He Cried Out: O Masters of the House, Your House Has No Floor!

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Haft Awrang

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بخش ۳۶ - قصه آن مخنث که از روزن در منظری افتاد و از آنجا در خانه سفلی و از آنجا در سردابه ای و از آنجا در چاهی چون در سردابه افتاد بانگ کرد که ای خداوندان سرای، سرای شما زمین ندارد / Section 36 - The Story of the Effeminate Man Who Fell from a Skylight into a Lookout, and from There into a Lower House, and from There into a Cellar, and from There into a Well, and When He Fell into the Cellar, He Cried Out: 'O Masters of the House, Your House Has No Floor!'

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آن مخنث به بام همسایه
رفت از همت فرومایه

پا فرو شد به روزنش ناگاه
داشت روزن به سوی منظر راه

چون به منظر فتاد و خاست ز جای
شد فرودش به جای دیگر پای

یافت خود را به خانه زیرین
بود سردابه ای در او دیرین

شد به سردابه هم خطا پایش
جزم شد بر هلاک خود رایش

بانگ برداشت کای مسلمانان
کرده قصد هلاک مهمانان

گر نه تحت الثری ست جای شما
چون ندارد زمین سرای شما

بود چاهی درون سردابه
کآخر آنجا گشاد پاتابه

در تگ چاه میخی ایستاده
بهر عیش مخنث آماده

چون فرود آمد از برابر میخ
گشت جای نشست او سر میخ

میخ را شد به جای خویش قرار
شد مخنث ز میخ شکرگزار

عاقبت چرخ جز به خیر نگشت
وآخر کار من به خیر گذشت

که بحمدالله ار چه صد غم و رنج
بر من آمد درین سرای سپنج

خیر هر کس به قدر همت اوست
همت مرد راه قیمت اوست

کی توانی شناخت قیمت مرد
تا ندانی که چیست همت مرد

همت آن یکی علو نسب
شرف جد سیادت ام و اب

همت آن دگر صفات کمال
علم و عفت شجاعت و افضال

همت آن یکی زن و فرزند
همدم و آشنا و خویشاوند

همت آن دگر زر و زیور
تاج آراسته به لعل و گهر

همت آن یکی سراچه و باغ
مجلس امن و بزمگاه فراغ

همت آن دگر ده و کاریز
وانچه باشد مناسب از هر چیز

آن یکی را هوای درس علوم
منطق و نحو و صرف و طب و نجوم

وان دگر را خیال کلک و دوات
جمع کردن برای خط ادوات

بس کنم کانچه زین شمار بود
که حجاب جمال یار بود

از طریق شمار بیرون است
وز حد اعتبار افزون است

لیک با هم درین صفت یارند
که ازین کارخانه عارند

جلوه گاه جمالشان دنیی ست
جای وزر و وبالشان عقبی ست

همه از عز قرب واهب فرد
مایه لعنت اند و موجب طرد

English translation

That effeminate man went to the neighbor's roof, Driven by his base aspiration. Suddenly his foot slipped into a skylight; The skylight led toward a lookout. When he fell into the lookout and rose up, His foot stepped down into another place. He found himself in the room below, Where there was an ancient cellar. In the cellar too, his foot slipped; He became certain of his own destruction. He raised a cry: 'O Muslims, Who have intended the destruction of guests! If your place is not beneath the earth, Why does your house have no floor?' There was a well inside the cellar, Where at last his foot-wrap was loosened. At the bottom of the well stood a peg, Ready for the effeminate man's pleasure. When he descended directly onto the peg, The tip of the peg became his seat. As the peg settled into its place, The effeminate man became grateful for the peg. 'In the end, fate turned only to good, And my affair ended well; For, praise be to God, although a hundred griefs and troubles Befell me in this transient abode...' Each person's good fortune is in proportion to their aspiration; The aspiration of the traveler on the path is their value. How can you recognize the value of a man, Until you know what his aspiration is? The aspiration of one is high lineage, The nobility of ancestors, and the leadership of mother and father. The aspiration of another is perfect qualities: Knowledge, chastity, courage, and virtue. The aspiration of one is wife and children, Companion, acquaintance, and relative. The aspiration of another is gold and ornaments, A crown adorned with rubies and gems. The aspiration of one is a small mansion and a garden, A secure assembly and a banquet of leisure. The aspiration of another is a village and an aqueduct, And whatever is appropriate of everything. One desires the study of sciences: Logic, grammar, syntax, medicine, and astronomy. Another has the fancy of pen and inkwell, Gathering instruments for calligraphy. I shall stop, for whatever is of this counting Is a veil over the beauty of the Beloved. It is beyond the path of enumeration, And exceeds the limit of estimation. Yet they are all companions in this quality: That they are disgraced in this workshop. The theater of their beauty is this world, And the place of their sin and burden is the hereafter. All of them, from the glory of proximity to the Unique Bestower, Are a source of curse and a cause of rejection.

Updated 2026-07-07

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