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Mosibat Nameh

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بخش ۴ - الحكایة و التمثیل / Section 4 - The Tale and the Parable

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پادشاهی را غلامی خوب بود
گوئیا نوباوهٔ یعقوب بود

رنگ رویش رنگرز گلنار را
پیچ مویش زهر داده مار را

مردم چشمش که مشک اندام بود
چرب و خشک از مشک و از بادام بود

از دهان او سخن در پیچ پیچ
چون رسیدی با میانش هیچ هیچ

چون دهانش نقطهٔ موهوم بود
عقل اگر زو گفت نامعلوم بود

آب کوثر بی لب او تشنهٔ
تیغ حیدر نرگسش را دشنهٔ

عشق گرم او که جان را ساختی
عقل را در زهد خشک انداختی

پادشاه از عشق اودلداده بود
کارش افتاده ز کار افتاده بود

شب چو جامه برکشیدی پادشاه
آن غلامش جامه پوشیدی پگاه

آبش آوردی و شستی پا و دست
جامه افکندیش بر جای نشست

عود و جلابش نهادی پیش در
خدمتش هر لحظه کردی بیشتر

شه چو بنشستی بتخت بارگاه
تکیه کردی بر غلام همچو ماه

سوی او هر لحظه مینگریستی
پیش او میمردی و میزیستی

میندانست او که با او چون کند
این قدر دانست کو دل خون کند

تا چو در خون خوردن آید آن نگار
بوکه درد دلبرش گیرد قرار

بامدادی پیش شاه آمد وزیر
دید پیش شه سر آن بی نظیر

سر بریده آن غلام همچو ماه
پس چو ابری زار گریان پادشاه

حال پرسید از شه عالی مقام
گفت آری بامدادی این غلام

رفت تا آیینه آرد سوی شاه
کرد در راه اندر آیینه نگاه

روی آیینه سیه بود از دمش
کشتمش از خشم و کردم ماتمش

تادگر بی حرمتی نکند غلام
شاه راحرمت نگهدارد تمام

من چو بودم همدمش در عالمی
زآینه میساخت خود را همدمی

هرکرا آیینه باشد پادشاه
کفر باشد گر کند در خود نگاه

روی از بهر چه میدید آن غلام
من نبودم آینه وی را تمام

گر بخلت خواهی آمد پیش تو
پیش آی از ذات خود بی خویش تو

تا گرت جبریل آرد دور باش
بر سر آتش تو گوئی دور باش

در وجود خویش منگر ذرهٔ
تابدان ذره نگردی غرهٔ

چون وجودت نیست ذاتت را بخویش
از چه میآئی بموجودی تو پیش

گر خلیلت پیش آرد پیش آی
ورنه با خویشی همه با خویش آی

English translation

A king had a beautiful slave, Who was, as it were, the fresh fruit of Jacob. The color of his face dyed the pomegranate flower, The curl of his hair gave poison to the snake. The pupil of his eye, which was musky-scented, Was fat and dry from musk and almonds. From his mouth, speech came in twists and turns, When it reached his waist, it became nothing at all. Since his mouth was like an imaginary point, If intellect spoke of it, it remained unknown. The water of Kowsar was thirsty without his lip, The sword of Haydar was a dagger to his narcissus eye. His warm love, which sustained the soul, Threw intellect into dry asceticism. The king was in love with him, devoted to him, His own affairs were completely disrupted by love. When the king took off his clothes at night, The slave would put on his garments early in the morning. He would bring water and wash the king's hands and feet, Spread his robe for him, and sit in his place. He would place oud and rosewater before the door, And served him more and more at every moment. When the king sat on the throne of the court, He would lean on that moon-like slave. He would look at him at every moment, Dying and living in his presence. He did not know what to do with him, He only knew that the slave made his heart bleed, So that when the beloved began to consume his heart, Perhaps the pain of his beloved would find rest. One morning, the vizier came to the king, And saw before the king the head of that peerless one. The head of the moon-like slave was severed, And the king was weeping bitterly like a cloud. The vizier asked about the condition of the high-ranking king. The king said: 'Yes, this morning, this slave Went to bring a mirror to the king. On the way, he looked into the mirror. The surface of the mirror was blackened by his breath. I killed him in wrath and now I mourn him, So that the slave would commit no further disrespect, And keep the king's honor fully intact. Since I was his companion in the world, He was making a companion for himself out of the mirror. For anyone whose mirror is the king, It is infidelity if he looks at himself. Why was that slave looking at his own face? Was I not a perfect mirror to him? If you wish to attain friendship with the Beloved, Step forward, selfless and free of your own essence. So that even if Gabriel brings you a warning to stay back, You would say "Stay back" to the fire. Do not gaze upon a single atom of your own existence, Lest you become proud of that atom. Since your existence does not belong to your own essence, Why do you step forward as a self-existent being? If the Friend draws you forward, step forward; Otherwise, if you are with yourself, you are entirely with yourself.'

Updated 2026-07-03

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