1Cademy - بخش ۳ - الحكایة و التمثیل / Section 3

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Mosibat Nameh

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

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دید طفلی را مگر سفیان پیر
بلبلی را در قفس کرده اسیر

بلبل آنجا خویشتن را ممتحن
در قفس میزد بسی بی خویشتن

هر زمانی میدوید از پیش و پس
عالمی میجست بیرون از قفس

با پریدن هر کرا بیگانگیست
نیست او بلبل که مرغ خانگیست

خواند سفیان کودک درویش را
داد یک دینار آن دلریش را

بلبل شوریده از کودک خرید
کرد از دستش رها تا بر پرید

روز آن بلبل سوی بستان شدی
بازگشتی شب بر سفیان شدی

کی بیاسودی بشب سفیان ز کار
زانکه بودی طاعت او بیشمار

در عبادت آمدی تا صبحگاه
خیره میکردی درو بلبل نگاه

مرغ را عمری برین هم برگذشت
تا که سفیانش ز عالم در گذشت

چون جنازه شد روان از کوی او
مرغ میزد خویشتن بر روی او

گرد او میگشت چون شوریدهٔ
بانگ میزد اینت صاحب دیدهٔ

عاقبت چون دفن کردندش بخاک
بر سر خاکش نشست آن مرغ پاک

یک زمان غایب نشد از خاک او
تا برآمد نیز جان پاک او

چون چنان مرغی ز دست آسان بداد
خون ز منقارش چکید و جان بداد

بیوفا مردا وفاداری ببین
چشم بگشای و نکوکاری ببین

کم نهٔ از مرغکی ای بینوا
پیش او تعلیم کن درس وفا

یادگیر این قصهٔ جانسوز ازو
گر نمیدانی وفا آموز ازو

رحمت سفیان چو آمد کارگر
سر نپیچید ازدرش مرغی بپر

کار مهرش تا بجان میساخت او
تا که جان در راه مهرش باخت او

جان اگر بر حلق میآید ترا
رحمتی بر خلق میناید ترا

هرکه از شفقت نگاهی میکند
شیوهٔ خلق الهی میکند

در ترازو هیچ چیز از هیچ جای
نیست بیش از خلق با خلق خدای

English translation

Old Sufyan once saw a child, Who had taken a nightingale captive in a cage. The nightingale there, testing its own fate, Was frantically thrashing about in the cage. Every moment it would run back and forth, Seeking a world outside of the cage. Whoever is a stranger to flying, Is not a nightingale, but a domestic fowl. Sufyan called the poor child over, And gave a dinar to that afflicted one. He bought the frantic nightingale from the child, And released it from his hand so that it flew away. By day, that nightingale would go towards the garden, And by night, it would return to Sufyan. When would Sufyan ever rest at night from his work? For his acts of worship were countless. He would engage in worship until the dawn, And the nightingale would gaze at him in wonder. The bird passed a lifetime in this manner, Until its Sufyan passed away from the world. When his funeral procession moved from his alley, The bird kept throwing itself upon him. It circled around him like someone frantic, Crying out, 'Here is a man of true vision!' Finally, when they buried him in the earth, That pure bird sat upon his grave. It did not absent itself from his grave for a moment, Until its own pure soul also departed. When such a bird surrendered its life so readily, Blood dripped from its beak, and it died. O faithless man, behold loyalty! Open your eyes and behold goodness! You are not less than a little bird, O destitute one! Learn the lesson of loyalty from it. Learn this heart-wrenching tale from it; If you do not know loyalty, learn it from it. When Sufyan's mercy proved effective, A winged bird did not turn away from his door. It was consumed by its love for him to its very soul, Until it lost its life in the path of its love for him. Even if your soul comes to your throat, You show no mercy to God's creation. Whoever casts a glance out of compassion, Practices the way of divine character. On the scales, there is nothing from anywhere, Greater than good character towards the creation of God.

Updated 2026-07-03

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