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Mosibat Nameh

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بخش ۳ - الحكایة و التمثیل / Section 3 - The Tale and the Parable

Original content

رفت نوشروان درآن ویرانهٔ
دید سر بر خاک ره دیوانهٔ

ناله میکرد و چونالی گشته بود
حال گردیده بحالی گشته بود

از همه رسم جهان و آئین او
کوزهٔ پر آب بر بالین او

در میان خاک راه افتاده بود
نیم خشتی زیر سر بنهاده بود

ایستادش بر زبر نوشین روان
ماند حیران در رخ آن ناتوان

مرد دیوانه ز شور بیدلی
گفت تو نوشین روان عادلی

گفت میگویند این هر جایگاه
گفت پرگردان دهانشان خاک راه

تا نمیگویند بر تو این دروغ
زانکه در عدلت نمیبینم فروغ

عدل باشد اینکه سی سال تمام
من درین ویرانه میباشم مدام

قوت خود میسازم از برگ گیاه
بالشم خشت است و خاکم خوابگاه

گه بسوزم پای تا سر زآفتاب
گاه افسرده شوم از برف و آب

گاه بارانم کند آغشتهٔ
گه غم نانم کند سرگشتهٔ

گاه حیران گردم از سودای خویش
گاه سیرآیم ز سر تا پای خویش

من چنین باشم که گفتم خود ببین
روزگارم جمله نیک و بد ببین

تو چنان باشی که شب بر تخت زر
خفته باشی گرد تو صد سیمبر

شمع بر بالین و پائین باشدت
در قدح جلاب مشکین باشدت

جملهٔ آفاق در فرمان ترا
نه چو من در دل غم یک نان ترا

تو چنان خوش من چنین بی حاصلی
وآنگهی گوئی که هستم عادلی

آن من بین وآن خود عدل این بود
این چنین عدلی کجا آئین بود

نیستی عادل تو با عدلت چکار
عدلئی به از چو تو عادل هزار

گر توهستی عادل و پیروزگر
همچو من در غم شبی با روز بر

گر درین سختی و جوع و بیدلی
طاقت آری پادشاه عادلی

ورنه خود را می مده چندان غرور
چندگویم از برم برخیز دور

زان سخنها دیدهٔ نوشین روان
کرد در دم اشک چون باران روان

گفت تاتدبیر کار او کنند
خدمت لیل ونهار او کنند

همچنان می بود او برجایگاه
هیچ نپذیرفت قول پادشاه

گفت مپشولید این آشفته را
برمگردانید کار رفته را

هست این ویرانه جای مرگ من
نیست جائی نیز رفتن برگ من

این بگفت و سر بزیری در کشید
تا شدند آن قوم دیری درکشید

عادل آن باشد که در ملک جهان
دادبستاند ز نفس خود نهان

نبودش در عدل کردن خاص و عام
خلق را چون خویشتن خواهد مدام

گر بموری قصد غمخواری کند
خویشتن را سرنگوساری کند

English translation

Anushirvan went into that ruin, He saw a madman with his head on the dust of the road. He was groaning and had become like a reed, He had undergone a change of state. Of all the world's customs and ways, A jug full of water was at his pillow. He had fallen in the midst of the road's dust, He had placed half a brick under his head. Nushirvan the Just stood over him, He remained amazed at the face of that feeble one. The madman, from the fervor of his frenzy, Said, 'Are you Nushirvan the Just?' He replied, 'So they say in every place.' He said, 'Fill their mouths with the dust of the road! So that they do not tell you this lie, For I see no brightness in your justice. Is it justice that for a full thirty years, I have constantly been in this ruin? I make my sustenance from the leaves of plants, My pillow is a brick, and my bed is dust. Sometimes I burn from head to foot in the sun, Sometimes I freeze from snow and water. Sometimes the rain soaks me, Sometimes the anxiety for bread bewilders me. Sometimes I am perplexed by my own melancholy, Sometimes I grow weary from head to foot of myself. I am like this as I have said, see for yourself, See my days, all good and bad. While you are such that at night on a golden throne, You sleep with a hundred silver-bosomed beauties around you. You have candles at your head and feet, In your goblet you have musky julep. The entire horizon is under your command, You do not have the sorrow of a single loaf of bread in your heart like me. You are so happy, and I am so destitute, And yet you say, I am the Just. See my state and see yours—is this justice? Where is such justice a custom? You are not just; what do you have to do with justice? One just man is better than a thousand just like you. If you are just and victorious, Bring the night to day in sorrow like me. If in this hardship, hunger, and frenzy, You can endure, then you are a just king. Otherwise, do not give yourself so much pride, How much shall I say? Rise from before me, go away!' From those words, the eyes of Nushirvan, Immediately shed tears flowing like rain. He ordered that they arrange his affairs, That they serve him day and night. He remained just as he was in that place, He did not accept the word of the king at all. He said, 'Do not disturb this distracted one, Do not turn back a matter that is gone. This ruin is the place of my death, I have no means to go anywhere else.' He said this and drew his head down, It took a long time until those people left. A just person is one who in the kingdom of the world, Exacts justice secretly from his own self. He makes no distinction in doing justice between the elite and the commoners, He constantly wishes for the people what he wishes for himself. If he intends to relieve the sorrow of an ant, He bows himself down in humility.

Updated 2026-07-03

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