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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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بود شاهی را غلامی سیمبر
هم ادب از پای تا سر هم هنر

چون بخندیدی لب گلرنگ او
گلشکر گشتی فراخ از تنگ او

ماه را خورشید رویش مایه داد
مهر را زلف سیاهش سایه داد

دام مشکینش چوشست انداختی
جان بهای و دل ز دست انداختی

راستی از بس کژی کان شست بود
صیدش از هفتاد فرقت شست بود

ابروی او در کژی طاق آمده
راستی محراب عشاق آمده

مردمی چشم او در جادوئی
ترک تازش در میان هندوئی

از میانش بود دل در هیچ و بس
وز دهانش روح در ضیق النفس

لعل او را وصف کردن راه نیست
زانکه کس از آب خضر آگاه نیست

این غلام دلربای جان فزای
پیش شاه خویش استادی بپای

از قضا روزی مگر در پیش شاه
کرد بسیاری همی در خود نگاه

شاه حالی دشنهٔ زد بر دلش
جان بداد و آن جهان شد منزلش

پس زفان در خشم او بگشاد شاه
گفت تا چندی کنی بر خود نگاه

گه علم میبینی و بازوی خویش
گه نظاره میکنی بر موی خویش

گه کنی در پا و در موزه نگاه
گه نهی از پیش و گاه از پس کلاه

گه شوی مشغول در انگشتری
خودپرستی تو و یا خدمت گری

چون چنین تو عاشق خویش آمدی
بهر خدمت از چه در پیش آمدی

ترک خدمت گیر و خود را میپرست
بعدازین برخیز و با خود کن نشست

دعوی خدمت کنی با شهریار
خود ز عشق خویش باشی بی قرار

گرچه خود را سخت بخرد میکنی
در حقیقت خدمت خود میکنی

من ز تو بر مینگیرم یک نظر
تو زخود دیدن نمیآئی بسر

مردم دیده چو خود بینی نکرد
جای خود جز دیده میبینی نکرد

کار نزدیکان خطر دارد بسی
چون تواند جست نزدیکی کسی

English translation

A king had a silver-bodied slave, Full of courtesy and skill from head to toe. When his rose-colored lips smiled, Rose-sugar became abundant from his narrow mouth. The sun of his face gave substance to the moon, His black tresses cast a shadow over the sun. When he threw his musky snare like a fishing hook, You would cast away the price of your soul and heart. Truthfully, from the sheer curvature that hook possessed, His prey was sixty out of the seventy sects. His eyebrow, in its curvature, was an arch, In truth, it became the prayer niche (mihrab) of lovers. The pupil of his eye in its magic, Made a Turkic raid within a Hindu (black eye). From his waist, the heart was in nothingness and that is all, And from his mouth, the spirit suffered shortness of breath. There is no way to describe his ruby (lips), For no one is aware of the Water of Khidr. This heart-ravishing, soul-increasing slave, Was standing on his feet before his king. By chance, one day before the king, He kept looking at himself a great deal. The king instantly struck a dagger into his heart; He gave up his life, and the next world became his abode. Then the king, in his anger, loosened his tongue, Saying, 'How long will you look at yourself? Sometimes you look at your banner and your own arm, Sometimes you gaze upon your own hair. Sometimes you look at your feet and boots, Sometimes you tilt your hat forward and backward. Sometimes you become preoccupied with your ring. Are you a self-worshipper, or a servant? Since you have become such a lover of yourself, Why did you come forward to serve? Abandon service and worship yourself; After this, arise and sit with yourself. You claim to serve the sovereign, Yet you are restless with love for yourself. Although you consider yourself very wise, In reality, you are serving yourself. I do not take a single glance away from you, While you never cease looking at yourself. Since the pupil of the eye did not engage in self-seeing, It made its place nowhere but the eye, you see. The affairs of those drawn near hold much danger; How can just anyone seek nearness?'

Updated 2026-07-03

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