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Mosibat Nameh

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بخش ۳ - الحكایة و التمثیل / Section 3 - The Tale and the Parable

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خواجه اکافی درآمد در سخن
خلق میبالید ازو چون سرو بن

منبرش گوئی ورای عرش بود
آسمان در جنب او چون فرش بود

در بلندی سخن چندان برفت
کان زمان از خلق گوئی جان برفت

چون بلندی سخن میداد دست
مستمع بیهوش می افتاد پست

کرد بر مجلس مگر مردی گذر
گفت پیش آرید کار کفشگر

خواجه کان بشنود شد با درد جفت
گفت بشنو دید آنچ این مرد گفت

زین سخن الهام آمد در دلم
شد جهانی درد در دل حاصلم

ملهمم گفت این سخنهای بلند
نیست اندر خورد مشتی مستمند

این سخن پرندگان زنده راست
نه خر پالانی و خربنده راست

رهروان را همچو مرغان می مسوز
رهروان را پارهٔ بر کفش دوز

ره روانند اهل مجلس سر بسر
پاره دوزی کن چو مرد کفشگر

پشهٔ را قوت پیلی میدهی
مور را با جبرئیلی مینهی

راه رو را گر بخواهی دوخت کفش
بس طپانچه میزنی تو با درفش

کار چون از حد خویش افزون رود
صاحب آن کار را در خون رود

فی المثل عشق ار ز طاقت بیش شد
صاحبش در خون جان خویش شد

English translation

Khwaja Ukafi began to speak, The people flourished from him like a cypress tree. His pulpit, you would say, was beyond the Divine Throne, The sky, in comparison to it, was like a mere carpet. He went so high in his discourse, That at that moment, it was as if souls left the people. When his lofty speech reached its peak, The listener would fall down unconscious. A man happened to pass by the assembly, He said, 'Bring forth the work of a cobbler.' When the Khwaja heard that, he was struck with pain, He said, 'Listen and see what this man has said. From these words, an inspiration came to my heart, A world of pain was harvested in my heart. My inspirer said, "These lofty words, Are not suitable for a handful of destitute souls. These words are for living, soaring birds, Not for a pack-saddled donkey and a muleteer. Do not burn the wayfarers like birds, Sew a patch on the shoes of the wayfarers. The people of this assembly are all wayfarers, Act as a patch-sewer like the cobbler man. You are giving the strength of an elephant to a mosquito, You are placing an ant alongside Gabriel. If you wish to sew a shoe for the wayfarer, You strike many a blow with the awl. When a task goes beyond its proper limit, The master of that task perishes in blood. For example, if love becomes more than one's capacity to bear, Its possessor will drown in the blood of his own soul."'

Updated 2026-07-03

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