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Mosibat Nameh

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بخش ۷ - الحكایة و التمثیل / Section 7 - The Tale and the Parable

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بود مجنونی بدست آئینهٔ
چون بکردی جمعه هر آدینهٔ

برگشادی پرده از آئینه باز
تا چو بیرون آمدی خلق از نماز

آینه در روی مردم داشتی
چون شدی مردم بسی بگذاشتی

خلق چون بسیار در چشم آمدیش
آینه بفکندی و خشم آمدیش

مردمان پیشش شدندی دلنواز
پس بدادندیش آن آئینه باز

باز چون آن خلق بسیار آمدی
بار دیگر خشم در کار آمدی

آینه در رهگذار انداختی
خلق از سر باز با او ساختی

گاه بگرفتی و گه بگذاشتی
گاه بفکندی و گه برداشتی

چون نبودی خلق را پروای او
عاقبت غالب شدی سودای او

گفتی آن باید مرا کاین مردمان
روی خود بینند حاضر یک زمان

لیک یک تن را همی نه کم نه بیش
وا نمیگردد ز روی و ریش خویش

هرکرا پروای خود نبود دمی
هرگزش پروای حق باشد همی

این چنین مشغول و سرگردان شده
در غم شغل جهانت جان شده

تا کی آخر جمع خواهی کرد تو
جمع چندان کن که خواهی خورد تو

ای که روزی میکنی چندین طلب
جان شیرین جوی و نور دین طلب

ای ترا هر لحظه تلبیسی دگر
در بن هر مویت ابلیسی دگر

در حقیقت رو ز عادت دور باش
نی ز ابلیسی بخود مغرور باش

English translation

There was a madman with a mirror in his hand, When Friday came, every Friday, He would uncover the mirror again, So that when the people came out of the prayer, He would hold the mirror up to the people's faces. When people became many, he would put it aside. When the people appeared numerous in his eyes, He would throw the mirror down and anger would come to him. The people would come before him, consoling him, Then they would give that mirror back to him. Again, when those many people came, Once again anger would come into play. He would throw the mirror in the pathway, The people would start over, making peace with him. Sometimes he would take it, and sometimes he would leave it, Sometimes he would throw it down, and sometimes he would pick it up. Since the people did not care about him, Ultimately his madness overpowered him. He would say, 'I need this: that these people, See their own faces present for a moment. But not a single person, no less, no more, Turns away from their own face and beard. Whoever does not have freedom from himself for a moment, Will he ever have care for the Truth? You have become so busy and bewildered like this, Your soul consumed in the sorrow of worldly affairs. Until when will you keep gathering at last? Gather only as much as you will consume. O you who seek provision so much, Seek the sweet soul and seek the light of religion. O you who have a different deception every moment, At the root of every hair of yours is another devil. Go toward truth, be far from habit, Do not be proud of yourself through devilry.'

Updated 2026-07-03

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