1Cademy - بخش ۵۵ - حکایت زنگی که روی خود را در آیینه بی زنگ دید و به عکس روی خود آیینه را نپسندید / Section 55 - The Story of the Zangi Who Saw His Face in a Stainless Mirror and Disliked the Mirror Because of the Reflection of His Own Face

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Haft Awrang

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بخش ۵۵ - حکایت زنگی که روی خود را در آیینه بی زنگ دید و به عکس روی خود آیینه را نپسندید / Section 55 - The Story of the Zangi Who Saw His Face in a Stainless Mirror and Disliked the Mirror Because of the Reflection of His Own Face

Original content

دیو نژادی چو یکی تیره ابر
لب چو خم نیل کبود و سطبر

زنگ چو انگشت نیفروخته
چهره چو چوبین طبقی سوخته

مانده دهن چون دهن جیفه باز
ناشده همچون در محنت فراز

یافت به ره آینه ای گردناک
ساخت به دامن رخش از گرد پاک

دیده چو بر روی ویش آرمید
شکلی از انسان که شنیدی بدید

آب دهان بر رخ پاکش فکند
وز کف خود خوار به خاکش فکند

گفت که تا قدر تو نشناختند
بر رهت این گونه نینداختند

پیش کسان پستی مقدار تو
نیست جز از زشتی دیدار تو

طینت اگر پاک چو من بودیت
کی به گل و خاک وطن بودیت

از بد و نیکی که پی اندر پی است
بهره هر چیز به قدر وی است

چون به رخ خویش نظر کم گشاد
عیب بر آیینه نه بر خود نهاد

بود همه نور و صفا آینه
شد ز رخش عیب نما آینه

طلعت او بود بدانسان سیاه
آینه را چیست ندانم گناه

جامی ازین گنبد آیینه رنگ
هر چه نماید به گه صلح و جنگ

کان سبب راحت و آزار توست
چون نگری صورت کردار توست

English translation

One of demon-breed, like a dark cloud, With lips like a vat of indigo, dark-blue and thick. His blackness was like unlit charcoal, His face like a burnt wooden platter. His mouth remained open like a gaping carcass, Never closed, like the door of adversity. He found a dusty mirror on the road; With his skirt, he wiped its face clean of dust. When his gaze rested upon its face, He saw a shape of a human, such as you have heard of. He spat upon its pure face, And threw it contemptuously from his hand onto the dirt. He said: 'It was because they did not know your worth That they cast you down upon the road in this manner. In the eyes of people, the lowliness of your value Is due to nothing but the ugliness of your appearance. If your nature were as pure as mine, How could your homeland be in the mud and dust? Of the good and evil that follow one after another, The share of everything is according to its capacity.' Since he rarely looked at his own face, He blamed the mirror, not himself. The mirror was all light and clarity, Yet because of his face, the mirror became a displayer of faults. His countenance was so dark; What, I do not know, is the sin of the mirror? O Jami, from this mirror-like dome of heaven, Whatever appears in times of peace or war, Which is the cause of your comfort or distress, If you look, it is but the reflection of your own deeds.

Updated 2026-07-19

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