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Mosibat Nameh

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بخش ۶ - الحكایة و التمثیل / Section 6 - The Tale and the Parable

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میشد ابراهیم ادهم در رهی
پیش اوآمد سواری ناگهی

گفت آبادانی ای رهرو کجاست
اوبگورستان اشارت کرد راست

شد سوار از قول اودر خشم سخت
تازیانه کرد بر وی لخت لخت

خون روان شد از سر واز روی او
تا زخون گل گشت خاک کوی او

چون بنزد شهر آمد آن سوار
دید خلقی را دوان و بیقرار

گفت این تعجیل چیست ای مردمان
گفت ابراهیم ادهم این زمان

میرود در پیش آگاهی رسید
اسب داری گر درو خواهی رسید

هرکه او رادید پیدا و نهان
گشت ایمن از عذاب آن جهان

زو صفت پرسید آن مرد سوار
چون صفت گفتند او بگریست زار

حال خودبرگفت کو را چون زدم
جامه و دستم ازو در خون زدم

شد خجل آن مرد و زانجا گشت باز
دید او راجامه شستن کرده ساز

خون زخود میشست پیشش شد سوار
گشت درخاک و بسی بگریست زار

عفو خواست او عفو دادش در زمان
گفت آخر آن چرا گفتی چنان

گفت آبادانی ای مرد تمام
نیست جز در کوی گورستان مدام

گورها هر روز آبادان ترست
لیک هر دم شهرها ویران ترست

گر همه آفاق آبادان کنند
عاقبت می دان که گورستان کنند

پس من آنچت گفتم ای نیکو سوار
راست گفتم تو خیال کژ مدار

English translation

Ibrahim Adham was traveling on a path Suddenly a horseman came before him He said, 'O traveler, where is a populated place?' He pointed straight to the graveyard The horseman became severely angry at his words He lashed him piece by piece with a whip Blood flowed from his head and his face Until the dust of his street turned to mud from the blood When that horseman arrived near the city He saw a crowd running and restless He said, 'O people, what is this haste?' One said, 'Ibrahim Adham at this time Is passing by, news has arrived You have a horse if you want to reach him Whoever sees him, visible and hidden Becomes safe from the torment of the other world.' That horseman asked them for his description When they described him, he wept bitterly He recounted his state, how he had beaten him 'I stained my garment and hands with his blood' That man became ashamed and returned from there He saw him prepared to wash his garment Washing the blood off himself, the horseman went before him He rolled in the dust and wept bitterly for a long time He asked for forgiveness, he forgave him immediately He said, 'But why did you say that?' He said, 'O perfect man, habitation Is constantly nowhere but in the street of the graveyard Graveyards become more inhabited every day But every moment cities become more desolate If they make all the horizons inhabited Know that in the end they will turn them into a graveyard So what I told you, O good horseman I spoke the truth, do not harbor a crooked thought'

Updated 2026-07-03

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