1Cademy - بخش ۳۸ - حکایت آن متورع آبی از قبول مرغابی شکار کرده به چنگل بازی طعمه از غیر وجه خورده / Section 38 - The Story of the Pious Ascetic Refusing the Acceptance of a Hunted Duck from the Talons of a Falcon that Had Eaten Food from Unlawful Sources

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Haft Awrang

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بخش ۳۸ - حکایت آن متورع آبی از قبول مرغابی شکار کرده به چنگل بازی طعمه از غیر وجه خورده / Section 38 - The Story of the Pious Ascetic Refusing the Acceptance of a Hunted Duck from the Talons of a Falcon that Had Eaten Food from Unlawful Sources

Original content

خسروی عاقبت اندیشی کرد
روی در قبله درویشی کرد

با بزرگی که در آن کشور بود
بر سر اهل صفا سرور بود

نوبتی چند به هم بنشستند
عقد پیروی و مریدی بستند

برد صد تحفه خدمت سوی پیر
هیچ ازو پیر نشد تحفه پذیر

روزی از بالش زین مسند ساخت
قاصد صید سوی صحرا تاخت

باز را دیده بینا بگشاد
کله از سر گره از پا بگشاد

کرد ازان باز رها کرده ز قید
متعاقب دو سه مرغابی صید

صید را از خم فتراک آویخت
جانب پیر جنیبت انگیخت

بندگی کرد که ای خاص خدای
لقمه پاک است به این روزه گشای

هست ازین طعمه درین منزلگاه
پنجه کسب خلایق کوتاه

پیر خندید که ای پاک نهاد
نامت از لوح بقا پاک مباد

جره بازت که شکاری فکن است
جره از جوزه هر بیوه زن است

رخشت این ره چو به پایان برده ست
جو ز توزیع گدایان خورده ست

نیروی بازوی باز اندازت
باشد از دست ستم پردازت

چشمه کز سنگ تراود پاک است
تیره از رهگذر گلناک است

هر که آلوده به گل رهگذرش
کی ز گل پاک بود آبخورش

English translation

A king, forward-looking and wise, Turned his face toward the Qiblah of dervishhood. With a great saint who dwelt in that land, Who was the leader of the people of purity, They sat together several times, And bound themselves in the bond of discipleship and devotion. The king brought a hundred gifts in service of the master, But the master accepted none of his gifts. One day, making his saddle his throne, He rode toward the wilderness, intent on hunting. He opened the seeing eyes of his falcon, Unveiled its head, and untied the knot from its feet. With that falcon released from its bonds, He hunted two or three wild ducks in succession. He hung the prey from the curve of his saddle-strap, And spurred his steed toward the master. He offered his devotion, saying, 'O chosen servant of God, This is a pure morsel; break your fast with it. The hands of common folk have had no part In obtaining this food in this dwelling place.' The master smiled and said, 'O pure-natured one, May your name never be erased from the tablet of eternity! Your male falcon, which strikes down the prey, Has fed on the meager earnings of every poor widow. Your steed, which has carried you to this destination, Has eaten barley from the distribution of beggars. The strength in the wing of your hunting falcon Comes from your own oppressive, tyrannical hand. The spring that wells up from the rock is pure, But it becomes turbid when passing through a muddy path. He whose path is soiled with mud, How can his drinking-place be free from dirt?'

Updated 2026-07-19

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