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Mosibat Nameh

Poem

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

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عاشقی را بود معشوقی چو ماه
مهر کرده ترک پیش او کلاه

مدتی در انتظارش بوده بود
جان به لب پرخون دل پالوده بود

داد آخر وعدهٔ وصلیش یار
گفت خواهد بودت امشب روز بار

مرد آمد تا در دلخواه خویش
اوفتادش مشکلی در راه پیش

گفت اگر این حلقه را بر در زنم
گویدم آن کیست من گویم منم

گویدم پس چون توئی با خویش ساز
عشق اگر بازی همه با خویش باز

ور بدو گویم نیم من این توی
گویدم پس تو برو گر میروی

در میان این دو مشکل چون کنم
خویش را بیخویش حاصل چون کنم

از شبانگه بر در آن دلفروز
هم درین اندیشه بود او تا به روز

این سخن گفتند پیش صادقی
گفت عاقل بود او نه عاشقی

زآنکه همچون عاقلان صد گونه حال
گشت بر وی در جواب و در سؤال

لیک اگر بودیش عشقی کارگر
درشکستی زود و در رفتی بدر

تا براندیشی تو کار از بد دلی
حاصلت گردد همه بی حاصلی

عاشقان را نیست با اندیشه کار
مصلحت اندیش باشد پیشه کار

عاشق جانسوز خواهد سوز عشق
روز محشر شب شود در روز عشق

عشق بر معشوق چشم افتادنست
بعد از آن از بیدلی جان دادنست

English translation

A lover had a beloved like the moon, Before whom the sun had cast off its crown. He had been waiting for her for some time, His soul at his lips, his heart strained and full of blood. At last, the friend gave him a promise of union, Saying, "Tonight you shall be granted an audience." The man came to the door of his heart's desire, When a problem appeared before him on the way. He said, "If I strike this ring upon the door, She will ask, 'Who is that?' and I will answer, 'It is I.' She will then say, 'Since it is you, make do with yourself; If you play at love, play entirely with yourself.' And if I tell her, 'It is not me, this is you,' She will say, 'Then you may leave, if you are going.' Amidst these two dilemmas, what should I do? How can I attain myself, free of myself?" From nightfall at the door of that heart-illuminating one, He remained lost in this same thought until daybreak. This story was recounted to a truthful sage, Who said, "He was a rational man, not a lover. For, like the rational ones, a hundred different states Revolved around him in question and answer. But if he possessed a love that was truly effective, He would have swiftly broken the door and rushed inside. As long as you ponder the matter out of faintheartedness, Your only harvest will be fruitlessness. Lovers have no business with calculation; Prudent thinking belongs to the calculating tradesman. The soul-consuming lover desires the burning of love; The Day of Resurrection turns to night in the day of love. Love is casting one's eyes upon the beloved, And after that, out of selflessness, surrendering the soul."

Updated 2026-07-03

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