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Mosibat Nameh

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بخش ۴ - الحكایة و التمثیل / Section 4 - The Tale and the Parable

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کودکی بود از جمالش بهرهٔ
مهر و مه در جنب رویش زهرهٔ

از لطافت وز ملاحت وز خوشی
وز سراندازی بتیغ سرکشی

آنچه او داشت ای عجب کس آن نداشت
گر کسی بیدل نشد زو جان نداشت

عاشقیش افتاد همچون سنگ رست
در کمال عشق چون معشوق جست

هرچه بودش در ره معشوق باخت
وز دو گیتی با غم معشوق ساخت

خلق را گر اندک و بسیار نیست
از غم معشوق بهتر کار نیست

رفته بود القصه آن شیرین پسر
سوی گرمابه چو میآمد بدر

کرد روی خود در آئینه نگاه
دید الحق روئی از خوبی چو ماه

از دو رخ دو رخ نهاده مهر را
ماه دو رخ بر زمین آن چهر را

سخت زیبا آمدش رخسار خویش
شد بصد دل عاشق دیدار خویش

خواست تاعاشق ببیند روی او
رفت نازان و خرامان سوی او

بر رخ چون مه نقاب انداخته
آتشی در آفتاب انداخته

عاشقش را چون ازو آمد خبر
چون قلم پیش پسر آمد بسر

گفت یا رب این چه فتح الباب بود
گوئیا بخت بدم در خواب بود

از چه گشتی رنجه و چون آمدی
در کدامین شغل بیرون آمدی

گفت از حمام بر رفتم چو ماه
روی خود در آینه کردم نگاه

سخت خوب آمد مرا دیدار خویش
خواستم شد همچو تو در کار خویش

دل چنانم خواست کز خلق جهان
جز تو رویم کس نبیند این زمان

لاجرم از رخ فرو هشتم نقاب
تاتو بینی روی من چون آفتاب

این بگفت و پرده از رخ برفکند
چون شکر پاسخ به پاسخ درفکند

عاشقش گفتا شبت خوش باد رو
من شدم آزاد تو آزاد رو

عشق من بر تو ازآن بود ای پسر
کز جمال خویش بودی بیخبر

نه ترا بر خود نظر افتاده بود
نه لبت ازخود فقع بگشاده بود

چون تو این دم خویش را خوب آمدی
لاجرم معشوق معیوب آمدی

من شدم فارغ تو هم با خویش ساز
عاشق خود باش و عشق خویش باز

شرط هر معشوق خود نادیدنست
شرط هر عاشق بخون گردیدنست

شرط معشوقی چو بشنودی تمام
شرط عاشق چیست بی صبری مدام

عاشق آن بهتر که بی صبری بود
دل چو برق و دیده چون ابری بود

ور بود در عشق یک ساعت صبور
نیست عاشق هست از معشوق دور

English translation

There was a child whose beauty had a share, In comparison to whose face, the sun and the moon were like Venus. From elegance, grace, and sweetness, And from his rebellious, headstrong charm. What he possessed, oh wonder, no one else had, If anyone did not lose their heart to him, they had no soul. A lover fell in love with him, firm as a rock, Seeking a beloved in the perfection of love. He lost all he had in the way of the beloved, And from both worlds, he settled for the beloved's grief. If people have little or much, There is no better work than the grief of the beloved. In short, that sweet boy had gone To the bathhouse; as he was coming out, He looked at his own face in the mirror, And saw, in truth, a face as beautiful as the moon. With his two cheeks, he put the sun to shame, And the moon laid its face on the ground before that countenance. His own cheek appeared extremely beautiful to him, He fell in love with his own appearance with a hundred hearts. He wished for his lover to see his face, So he went toward him, walking gracefully and proudly, Having cast a veil over his moon-like face, Throwing a fire into the sun. When his lover received news of him, He came running on his head like a pen before the boy. He said, 'O Lord, what opening of the door was this! It seems my bad fortune was asleep.' 'For what did you take trouble, and how did you come? On what business did you come out?' He said, 'I came out of the bath like the moon, I looked at my face in the mirror.' 'My own appearance seemed extremely beautiful to me, I wanted to become like you in my own affair.' 'My heart wished that of all the people in the world, No one but you should see my face at this time.' 'Therefore, I let down the veil from my face, So that you may see my face like the sun.' He said this and cast off the veil from his face, Throwing sweet answers in response. His lover said, 'Good night to you, go, I have become free, and you go free.' 'My love for you was because, O boy, You were unaware of your own beauty.' 'Neither had you looked upon yourself, Nor had your lips opened in self-satisfaction.' 'Since at this moment you seemed beautiful to yourself, Consequently, you became a flawed beloved.' 'I have become detached; you too deal with yourself: Be your own lover and play your own game of love.' 'The condition of every beloved is not seeing oneself, The condition of every lover is to turn to blood.' 'Now that you have heard the condition of being a beloved completely, What is the condition of a lover? Constant impatience.' 'It is better for the lover to be impatient, With a heart like lightning and eyes like a cloud.' 'And if he is patient in love for a single hour, He is no lover; he is far from the beloved.'

Updated 2026-07-03

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