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Mosibat Nameh

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بخش ۱۴ - الحكایة و التمثیل / Section 14 - The Tale and the Parable

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گفت آن دیوانه بس بی برگ بود
زیستن بر وی بتر از مرگ بود

در شکم نان برجگر آبی نداشت
در همه عالم خور و خوابی نداشت

از قضا یک روز بس خوار و خجل
سوی نیشابور میشد تنگدل

دید از گاوان همه صحرا سیاه
همچو صحرای دل از ظلم و گناه

باز پرسید او که این گاوان کراست
گفت این ملک عمید شهر ماست

رفت از آنجا چشمها خیره شده
دید صحرای دگر تیره شده

بود زیر اسب صحرائی نهان
اسب گفتی باز میگیرد جهان

گفت این اسبان کراست اینجایگاه
گفت هست آن عمید پادشاه

رفت لختی نیز آن ناهوشمند
دید صحرائی دگر پر گوسفند

گفت آن کیست چندینی رمه
مرد گفت آن عمیدست این همه

رفت لختی نیز چون دروازه دید
ماه وش ترکان بی اندازه دید

هر یکی روئی چو ماه آراسته
جمله همچون سرو قد پیراسته

دل ز در گوش ایشان در خروش
خواجگان شهرشان حلقه بگوش

در جهان حسن آن هر لشگری
ختم کرده نیکوئی و دلبری

گفت مجنون کاین غلامان آن کیست
وین همه سرو خرامان آن کیست

گفت شهر آرای عمیدند این همه
بندهٔ خاص عمیدند این همه

چون درون شهر رفت آن ناتوان
دید ایوانی سرش در آسمان

کرده دکانی ز هر سوئی دراز
عالمی سرهنگ آنجا سر فراز

هر زمان خلقی فراوان میرسید
شور ازان ایوان به کیوان میرسید

کرد آن دیوانه از مردی سؤال
کآن کیست این قصر با چندین کمال

گفت این قصر عمیدست ای پسر
تو که باشی چون ندانی این قدر

مرد مجنون دید خود رانیم جان
وز تهی دستی نبودش نیم نان

آتشی در جان آن مجنون فتاد
خشمگین گشت و دلش درخون فتاد

ژندهٔ داشت او ز سر بر کند زود
پس به سوی آسمان افکند زود

گفت گیر این ژنده دستار اینت غم
تا عمیدت را دهی این نیز هم

چون همه چیزی عمدیت را سزاست
در سرم این ژنده گر نبود رواست

English translation

It is said that the madman was completely destitute, Living for him was worse than death. He had no bread in his stomach, no water for his liver, In the whole world, he had no food or sleep. By chance one day, very wretched and ashamed, He was going toward Nishapur, heavy-hearted. He saw the entire plain black with cattle, Like the plain of a heart darkened by oppression and sin. Again he asked, 'Whom do these cattle belong to?' Someone said, 'This is the property of the governor (Amid) of our city.' He went on from there, his eyes dazzled, And saw another plain grown dark. Under the horses the plain was hidden, It was as if the horses were reclaiming the world. He said, 'Whom do these horses belong to in this place?' Someone said, 'They belong to the king's governor.' The simple-minded one walked a little further, And saw another plain full of sheep. He asked, 'Whom do these many flocks belong to?' The man said, 'All of these belong to the governor.' He walked a little further, and when he saw the city gate, He saw countless moon-faced Turkish pages. Each face was adorned like the moon, All of them tall and stately like cypress trees. Hearts were clamoring for their earrings, The masters of the city were their ring-eared servants. In the realm of beauty, that army of theirs Had reached the ultimate level of goodness and charm. The madman said, 'Whom do these pages belong to? And whom do all these swaying cypresses belong to?' Someone said, 'All of these are the adornment of the governor's city; They are all the private servants of the governor.' When that helpless one entered the city, He saw a palace whose top reached the sky, With a long portico extending on every side, And a world of commanders standing proud there. At every moment a large crowd of people arrived, And the clamor from that palace reached Saturn. The madman asked a man, 'Whom does this palace of such perfection belong to?' He said, 'This is the palace of the governor, O boy; Who are you that you do not know even this much?' The madman saw himself with only half a life left, And due to poverty, he did not even have half a loaf of bread. A fire fell into the soul of that madman; He became angry and his heart bled. He had a ragged turban, he pulled it off his head quickly, Then threw it quickly toward the sky. He said, 'Take this ragged turban! Here is your worry, So that you may give this also to your governor! Since everything is suited for the governor, It is only proper if this rag is not on my head!'

Updated 2026-07-03

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