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Mosibat Nameh

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بخش ۲ - الحكایة و التمثیل / Section 2 - The Tale and the Parable

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پاک دینی گفت این نیکو مثل
کانکه دنیا جست هست او چون جعل

جمع میآرد نجاست را مدام
گرد میگرداند آن را بر دوام

در زحیر آن بود پیوسته او
دل درآن سرگین بصد جان بسته او

چون بگرداند گه از پس گه ز پیش
آردش تا بر سر سوراخ خویش

آن متاع او اگر بیند کسی
مهتر از سوراخ او باشد بسی

چون دران روزن نگنجد آن متاع
بر در روزن کند آن را وداع

آن همه جان کنده بگذارد برون
پس شود تنها بدان روزن درون

هرچه گرد آورده باشد چند گاه
جمله بگذارد شود در خاک راه

این مثال آدمیست و مال او
روشنت گردد از اینجا حال او

آنکه عمری سیم و زر آرد بچنگ
جمله بگذارد شود در گور تنگ

ای به همت از جعل کم آمده
نام جسته ننگ عالم آمده

تو شده دنیای دون را غرهٔ
و او وفاداری ندارد ذرهٔ

پشت روی افتاده هر مویت درو
برچه پشتی کردهٔ رویت درو

جمله را میآورد میپرورد
میکشد در خاک و خونش میخورد

چون ترا هم خون بخواهد خورد نیز
خون دنیا کم خور آخر ای عزیز

دل درین بیغولهٔ دیوان مبند
زار بگری و چو بیکاران مخند

چند باشی در عذاب خویشتن
چند خواهی برد آب خویشتن

تو دل پاک خود و جان عزیز
کردهٔ در قید یک یک ذره چیز

گر رهانی جانت را در رستخیز
بانگت آید کای فلان جان رست خیز

گر نباشد در همه دنیا جویت
میتوان گفتن بمعنی خسرویت

چون نباشی بستهٔ یک جو مدام
میتوان گفتن ترا خسرو تمام

هرچه تو در بند آنی مانده
بندهٔ آن تا بجانی مانده

ترک دنیا گیر تا سلطان شوی
ورنه گر چرخی تو سرگردان شوی

English translation

A pure-hearted one told this excellent parable, That whoever seeks the world is like a dung beetle. It constantly gathers filth, And rolls it continuously. It is always agonizing over it, Its heart tied to that dung with a hundred souls. As it rolls it, sometimes from behind, sometimes from the front, It brings it to the edge of its own hole. If anyone were to see that merchandise of its, It is much larger than its hole. Since that merchandise does not fit in that hole, It bids it farewell at the door of the hole. All that agonized effort it leaves outside, Then it goes inside that hole alone. Whatever it had gathered over some time, It leaves entirely, and it becomes the dust of the road. This is the parable of man and his wealth, From this, his condition becomes clear to you. He who for a lifetime gathers silver and gold, Leaves it all and goes into the narrow grave. O you whose aspiration has turned out less than a dung beetle's, Seeking a name, you have become the shame of the world. You have become deceived by the base world, While it does not have a single atom of loyalty. Every hair of yours has fallen backwards and forwards in it, Upon what backing have you turned your face to it? It brings everyone and nourishes them, Then drags them into the dust and drinks their blood. Since it will also drink your blood too, Drink less of the world's blood at last, O dear one! Do not bind your heart to this ruin of demons, Weep bitterly and do not laugh like the idle. How long will you be in the torment of yourself? How long will you pour away your own honor? You have put your pure heart and dear soul, Into the bondage of every single atom of a thing. If you free your soul for the resurrection, A call will come to you: 'O so-and-so, the soul is saved, rise!' If you do not own a barley grain in the whole world, In truth, one can call you a king. Since you are not constantly bound to a single barley grain, One can call you a complete king. Whatever you are in bondage to, you remain stuck, You remain its slave as long as you have a soul. Forsake the world so that you may become a sultan, Otherwise, even if you are the heavens, you will be bewildered.

Updated 2026-07-03

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