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Mosibat Nameh

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بخش ۶ - الحكایة و التمثیل / Section 6 - The Tale and the Parable

Original content

در زمستان یک شبی بهلول مست
پای در گل میشد و کفشی بدست

سائلی گفتش که سر داری براه
تو کجا خواهی شدن زین جایگاه

گفت دارم سوی گورستان شتاب
زانکه آنجا ظالمیست اندر عذاب

میروم چون گور او پر آتش است
گرم گردم زانکه سر ما ناخوش است

آن یکی را این چنین مرگی بود
وان دگر را مرگ او برگی بود

ظلم آتش در درونت افکند
در میان خاک و خونت افکند

گرچه راه ظلم از پیشان رود
هرکه آن ره رفت سرگردان رود

English translation

One winter night, the intoxicated Bohloul, Walked with his feet in the mud and a shoe in his hand. An inquirer asked him, "Since you are on the way, Where are you intending to go from this place?" He replied, "I am hurrying towards the graveyard, Because an oppressor is in torment there. I go because his grave is full of fire, So I may warm myself, for the cold is unpleasant." For one person, death is such as this, While for another, their death is a provision. Oppression casts fire into your inner being, It throws you into the midst of dust and blood. Even though the path of oppression was taken by those before, Whoever takes that path goes astray.

Updated 2026-07-03

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