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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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در رهی محمود میشد با سپاه
دید پیری پشته در بسته براه

پیش اوشد خسرو صاحب کمال
گفت ای پیر این چه داری در جوال

گفت تا شب ای شه پیروز من
خوشه بر میچیده ام امروز من

این جوال از خوشه پر درکرده ام
روی سوی طفلکان آورده ام

تا جوینی سازم این اطفال را
ای گرامی با تو گفتم حال را

شاه گفتش از برای توشه تو
از کجا بر چیدهٔ این خوشه تو

گفت بی شک چون مسلمانی بود
از زمینی کان نه سلطانی بود

زانکه باشد آن زمین بی شک حرام
کی نهم من در زمین غصب گام

هم نباشد خوشهٔ ایشان حلال
گر خورم زینجا بود وزر و وبال

شاه گفت ای بدگمان ناتمام
مال سلطان را چرا گوئی حرام

گفت با پیری و ضعف و افتقار
آیدم از مال سلطانیت عار

زان ندارم لقمهٔ خود را روا
کرده ام دایم برین حق را گوا

تو که داری این همه پیل و سپاه
هفت کشور را توئی امروز شاه

نیست شرمت با همه ملک جهان
از جهان قسمت ستانی هر زمان

روز و شب از مال درویشان خوری
روزی از خون دل ایشان خوری

میستانی گاه از ده گه ز شهر
زر بزخم چوب از مردم به قهر

عالمی بر هم نهی وزر و وبال
گوئی این مال منست آنگه حلال

اینهمه ملک و ضیاع و کار و بار
کاین زمانت جمع شد ای شهریار

مادرت از دوک رشتن گرد کرد
یا پدر از دانه کشتن گرد کرد

میبری مال مسلمانان به زور
گوئیا ایمان نداری تو به گور

صد هزاران خصم درهم میکنی
تا که یک لقمه مسلم میکنی

هر که در آفاق سلطان آمدست
سرور جمله سلیمان آمدست

او برای قوت خود زنبیل بافت
نه چو تو قالی قال و قیل بافت

کار اوآمد بیک زنبیل راست
وان تو ناید بپانصد پیل راست

گرچه درویشم من و فرتوت تو
ننگ دارم گر خورم از قوت تو

تو که داری این همه وان تو نیست
جز گدائی هیچ درمان تو نیست

چون کنی دون همتی خود نظر
پس بعالی همتی من نگر

مال و ملکت میبباید سوختن
پادشاهی از منت آموختن

این بگفت ودرگذشت از پیش شاه
شاه میکرد از پسش حیران نگاه

از کمال آن سخن وز رشک او
شد چو باران بهاری اشک او

مرغ همت خاصه در راه صواب
دانهٔ بر دام داند آفتاب

English translation

On a road, Mahmud was traveling with an army He saw an old man who had tied a bundle on the path. The accomplished king went up to him And said, 'O old man, what do you have in this sack?' He said, 'Until nightfall, O my victorious king, I have been gathering gleaned ears of grain today. I have filled this sack with gleanings, I have turned my face toward the little children So that I may make some barley bread for these children. O honorable one, I have told you my situation.' The king said to him, 'For your provision, From where have you gathered these gleanings?' He said, 'Without a doubt, since it is the way of a Muslim, From a land that does not belong to the Sultan. Because that land is undoubtedly forbidden, How could I step on usurped land? Also, their gleanings are not lawful. If I eat from here, it would be a sin and a burden.' The king said, 'O suspicious and deficient one, Why do you call the Sultan's wealth forbidden?' He said, 'With old age, weakness, and poverty, I feel shame from your royal wealth. Therefore, I do not consider a morsel of it lawful for myself, I have always made God a witness to this. You, who have all these elephants and armies, Today you are the king of the seven climes. Are you not ashamed, with all the kingdom of the world, Taking a share from the world at every moment? Day and night you consume the wealth of the poor, You consume your daily bread from the blood of their hearts. You take sometimes from the village, sometimes from the city, Gold by the blow of a stick from the people by force. You pile up a world of sin and burden, You say this is my wealth, and then claim it is lawful. All this kingdom, estates, and affairs, Which have been gathered for you at this time, O monarch, Did your mother gather them by spinning a spindle? Or did your father gather them by planting seeds? You take the wealth of Muslims by force, As if you have no faith in the grave. You make a hundred thousand enemies, So that you can secure one morsel. Whoever has become a sultan in the horizons, Solomon was the leader of them all. He wove baskets for his own sustenance, He didn't weave carpets of idle talk like you. His affair was set right with one basket, But yours is not set right with five hundred elephants. Although I am a dervish and old and decrepit, I would be ashamed to eat from your sustenance. You who have all this, and it is not yours, There is no remedy for you but begging. When you look at your own low aspiration, Then look at my high aspiration. Your wealth and kingdom should be burned, You should learn kingship from me.' He said this and passed by the king, The king looked after him in amazement. From the perfection of those words and envy of him, His tears fell like spring rain. The bird of high aspiration, especially on the path of righteousness, Considers the sun as a mere grain on a trap.

Updated 2026-07-03

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