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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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میرزادی بود بس خورشید چهر
از قدم تا فرق چون خورشید مهر

مشک موئی تنگ چشمی دلبری
هر دو لعلش شیر و شهد و شکری

چون بترکی گفتنش رای آمدی
درد دندانش شکر خای آمدی

هر زمان عمدا ز پس کردی نگاه
و او فکندی پیش دو زلف سیاه

هرکه زلف او به پیش افکنده دید
خویش را در پیش زلفش بنده دید

بامدادان کو برون میآمدی
از لب او بوی خون میآمدی

با کمان و تیر آن عالم فروز
برگرفتی راه صحرا روز روز

چون کژ استادی و تیر انداختی
عالمی را در نفیر انداختی

چون نهادی تیر سرکش در کمان
خلق سرگردان شدندی هر زمان

هرکژی کز ناوک مژگانش خاست
ابروی همچون کمانش کرد راست

جمله میمردند چون راهی نبود
هیچکس را زهرهٔ آهی نبود

عاشقیش افتاد آتش پارهٔ
بی قراری بی دلی خون خوارهٔ

جان او میسوخت دل خود رفته بود
زانکه بیش از جان دلش آشفته بود

گفت تا جانست با دمساز خویش
کی توانم گفت هرگز راز خویش

چون بیک جو مینسنجد عالمش
کی بود از عالمی یک جو غمش

می نبودش صبر بی آن در پاک
کرد از شوق رخش عزم هلاک

موضعی کان میرزاد آنجایگاه
تیر میانداخت هر روزی پگاه

بود از بهر هدف یک کوره خاک
شد نهان در خاک عاشق دردناک

خویش رادر خاک پنهان کرد چست
مرگ را بنشست ودست از جان بشست

چون دگر روز آمد آن مه پاره باز
خاک کرد از تیر آن خونخواره باز

آنچنان تیریش زد بر سینه سخت
کز شگرفی تیر او شد لخت لخت

عاشقش از خاک بیرون کرد سر
جملهٔ آن خاک در خون کرد تر

میرزاده کان بدید او دور جای
باز مینشناخت زان غم سر ز پای

سوی عاشق رفت و گفت ای شوخ مرد
این چرا کردی و هرگز این که کرد

مرد عاشق چون شنید آواز او
پس بدید آن نیکوی و ناز او

همچو باران گریهٔ بر وی فتاد
راست گفتی آتش اندر نی فتاد

گفت ازاین این کار کردم بر یقین
تا توم گوئی چرا کردی چنین

تیر چون از دست تو آمد برون
گو بریز از سینهٔ من جوی خون

هرچه ازدست تو آید خوش بود
گر همه دریای پر آتش بود

بود با زلف توم رازی نهان
هیچ محرم می ندیدم در جهان

دور دیدم زلف چون زنجیر تو
بازگفتم راز دل با تیر تو

من چه سگ باشم ترا ناسازگار
تا مرا تیر تو باشد راز دار

کاشکی من صاحب صد جانمی
تا همه بر تیر تو افشانمی

نیم جانی بود از عالم مرا
از هزاران جان به است این دم مرا

کی کنم از نیم جانی یاد من
کز هزاران جان شدم آزاد من

گر بجان آمد مرا درعشق کار
پیش جانان خوش توانم مرد زار

چون بگفت این راز خود خوش جان بداد
جان گران نخریده بود ارزان بداد

ای که برجان لرزی و بر تن مدام
خود بیک ارزن نمیارزی تمام

گه تو بر جان لرزی و گه بر تنی
چند لرزی چون نیرزی ارزنی

تا بکی همچون زنان پردگی
مرد عاشق باش بی افسردگی

زندگانی این چنین کن گر کنی
جانفشانی این چنین کن گر کنی

English translation

There was a noble youth, very sun-faced, From foot to crown like the sun of affection. Musk-haired, narrow-eyed, a heart-stealer, Both his rubies (lips) were milk, honey, and sugar. When he decided to speak in Turkish, The pearl of his teeth would chew sugar. Every time he deliberately looked back, He cast forward his two black tresses. Whoever saw his tresses cast forward, Saw himself a slave before his tresses. In the mornings when he came out, The smell of blood came from his lips. With a bow and arrow, that world-illuminating one, Took the path to the desert every day. When he stood sideways and shot an arrow, He threw the world into lamentation. When he put a rebellious arrow in the bow, The people became bewildered every moment. Every crookedness that rose from the dart of his eyelashes, His bow-like eyebrow made straight. All were dying because there was no way, No one had the courage to sigh. There happened to be a lover of his, a piece of fire, Restless, heartless, blood-drinking. His soul was burning, his heart had already gone, Because his heart was more disturbed than his soul. He said, 'As long as there is a soul with its intimate, How can I ever tell my secret? Since he does not weigh his world at a barleycorn, How would he have a barleycorn of sorrow for the world?' He had no patience without that pure pearl, From the desire for his face, he resolved to perish. The place where that noble youth Shot arrows early every day, There was a mound of dirt for a target, The sorrowful lover hid in the dirt. He nimbly hid himself in the dirt, Sat waiting for death and washed his hands of his life. When the next day that moon-piece came back, That blood-drinker opened the dirt with an arrow. He hit such an arrow hard on his chest, That from its force his arrow shattered to pieces. His lover raised his head from the dirt, He wet all that dirt in blood. When the noble youth saw him from afar, From that sorrow he did not know his head from his foot. He went towards the lover and said, 'O impudent man! Why did you do this, and whoever did this?' When the loving man heard his voice, Then he saw his goodness and coquetry, Tears fell upon him like rain, You would say fire fell into the reed. He said, 'I did this deed with certainty, So that you would ask me, why did you do such a thing? When the arrow comes out of your hand, Say, pour a river of blood from my chest. Whatever comes from your hand is pleasant, Even if it were an ocean full of fire. I had a hidden secret with your tress, I saw no confidant in the world. I saw your chain-like tress from afar, I told the secret of my heart to your arrow. What dog am I to be disagreeable to you, That your arrow should be my secret-keeper? I wish I were the owner of a hundred souls, So that I could scatter them all on your arrow. I had half a soul from the world, This moment is better for me than a thousand souls. How can I remember my half-soul, When I have been freed from a thousand souls? If my affair in love has reached my soul, I can die a pleasant, miserable death before the beloved.' When he told this secret of his, he happily gave up his soul, He hadn't bought his soul dearly, he gave it cheaply. O you who constantly tremble for your soul and body, You yourself are not worth a single millet seed completely. Sometimes you tremble for your soul and sometimes for your body, How long will you tremble since you are not worth a millet grain? How long will you be like veiled women? Be a loving man without coldness. Make a life like this, if you make one, Sacrifice your soul like this, if you sacrifice.

Updated 2026-07-03

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