1Cademy - بخش ۲۳ - الحكایة و التمثیل / Section 23

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Mosibat Nameh

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بخش ۲۳ - الحكایة و التمثیل / Section 23 - The Tale and the Parable

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بود روزی حلقهٔ پر اهل فضل
هر کسی می کرد حرفی نیز نقل

تا سخن آمد به شعر و شاعری
هر کسی می گفت حرفی سرسری

مدح و ذم شعر میگفتند باز
شد سخن بر هر دو قوم آنجا دراز

بو محمد ابن خازن پیش رفت
در کمال شعر بیش اندیش رفت

گفت هم موزون و هم زیباست شعر
در حقیقت احسن الاشیاست شعر

زانکه بر هر چیز کامیزد دروغ
تا ابد آن چیز گردد بی فروغ

گفت نیکو را کند در حال زشت
ور بود نیکو نکوتر از بهشت

کذب اگر در شعر گردد آشکار
در جوار شعر گردد چون نگار

آنچه کذب از وی چنین زیبا شود
میسزد گر احسن الاشیا شود

آنچه زیبا میشود ازوی دروغ
صدق او را چون بود یارب فروغ

چون شنیدند این دلیل اهل هنر
متفق گشتند با او سر بسر

شعر را کردند بهتر چیز نام
کی تواند بود ازین برتر مقام

شعر چون در عهد ما بد نام ماند
پختگان رفتند و باقی خام ماند

لاجرم اکنون سخن بی قیمتست
مدح منسوخست وقت حکمتست

دل ز منسوخ و ز ممدوحم گرفت
ظلمت ممدوح در روحم گرفت

تا ابد ممدوح من حکمت بس است
در سر جان من این همت بس است

English translation

One day, there was a circle full of learned people, Each person was also relating a topic. Until the conversation turned to poetry and poesy, Everyone was saying superficial words. They were speaking in praise and blame of poetry, The discussion grew long for both groups there. Bu Muhammad Ibn Khazin stepped forward, He delved deep into the perfection of poetry. He said, 'Poetry is both rhythmic and beautiful, In truth, poetry is the best of things. Because anything that falsehood mixes with, Will forever become devoid of luster. He said, it immediately turns the good ugly, Even if it were good, better than paradise. (But) if falsehood becomes manifest in poetry, In the embrace of poetry, it becomes like a beautiful painting. That through which falsehood becomes so beautiful, It is fitting if it becomes the best of things. That through which a lie becomes beautiful, O Lord, how great must be the luster of its truth!' When the people of art heard this reasoning, They unanimously agreed with him. They named poetry the best of things, How could there be a higher rank than this? Since poetry has been left with a bad name in our era, The mature ones have gone, and the raw ones remain. Inevitably, speech is now devoid of value, Praise is obsolete, it is the time of wisdom. My heart grew weary of the obsolete and the praised, The darkness of the praised took hold in my soul. For eternity, wisdom is sufficient as my praised one, In the depth of my soul, this aspiration is enough.

Updated 2026-07-03

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