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Mosibat Nameh

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بخش ۲ - الحكایة و التمثیل / Section 2 - The Tale and the Parable

Original content

گفت محمود آن جهان را پادشاه
در شکاری دور افتاد از سپاه

در دهی افتاد ویران سر بسر
پیر زالی دید پیش رهگذر

گاو میدوشید روئی چون بهی
گفت ای زن شربتی شیرم دهی

پیرزن گفتش که ای میر اجل
شیر را آخر کجاباشد محل

شوهر من گر بدی اینجایگاه
گاو کردی پیش تو قربان راه

گر شتابت نیست مهمانت کنم
نقد من گاویست قربانت کنم

زان سخن محمود خوش دل گشت ازو
شد پیاده زود بر نگذشت ازو

گاو را در حال دوشیدن گرفت
شیر از پستانش جوشیدن گرفت

دست شاه آن لحظه چندان شیر ریخت
کان بماهی دست زال پیر ریخت

پیرزن چون دید آن بسیار شیر
گفت تو شیر از چه خواهی ای امیر

زانکه هر انگشت تو گوئی عیان
چشمهٔ پر شیر دارد در میان

با چنین دستی که این ساعت تراست
شیرت از بهر چه میبایست خواست

دولتی داری چو دریا بی کنار
من ندانم تا چه مردی ای سوار

شیرخور نه از من از بازوی خویش
زانکه خواهی خورد از پهلوی خویش

خویشتن را نقد چندین شیر ازو
من بماهی دیده ام ای میر ازو

این همه شیرم که از دست تو زاد
این نه پستان داد کاین دست تو داد

تا در پی بودند صحرائی سپاه
از همه سوئی درآمد گرد شاه

سجده میبردند پیش روی او
حلقه میکردند از هر سوی او

پیرزن را حال اومعلوم گشت
همچو سنگی بود همچون موم گشت

دست و پایش پیش شاه از کار شد
خجلت و تشویر او بسیار شد

گفت تااکنون که مینشناختم
گاو را قربان تو میساختم

چون بدانستم برای جان تو
خویشتن را میکنم قربان تو

از حدیث پیرزن خوش گشت شاه
گفت هر حاجت که میباید بخواه

گفت آن خواهم که گه گه شهریار
اوفتد از لشکر خود بر کنار

آیدم مهمان به تنهائی خویش
فرد آید سوی سودائی خویش

زانکه من بی طاقتم سر تا قدم
می ندارم طاقت کوس و علم

شاه آن ده را عمارت ساز کرد
از برای پیر زن آغاز کرد

ده بدو بخشید و زانجا در گذشت
پیرزن را این سخن شد سرگذشت

چون نبد محمود را دولت مجاز
هر کجا میشد بدو میگشت باز

دولت آمد اصل مردم هوش دار
این قدر دولت که داری گوش دار

ور نداری گوش آن اندک قدر
چشم بد در حال آید کارگر

English translation

It is said that Mahmud, the king of the world, Fell far away from his army during a hunt. He came upon a village completely in ruins, He saw an old woman by the roadside. She was milking a cow, with a face like a quince, He said, "O woman, will you give me a drink of milk?" The old woman told him, "O most exalted lord, Where, indeed, would milk be fitting for you? If my husband had been in this place, He would have sacrificed a cow on the path before you. If you are not in a hurry, I will make you my guest, My only possession is a cow, I will sacrifice it for you." Mahmud was delighted by her words, He dismounted quickly and did not pass her by. He immediately took to milking the cow, Milk began to boil forth from its udder. The king's hand poured as much milk in that moment, As the old woman's hand poured in a month. When the old woman saw that abundant milk, She said, "Why do you want milk, O Amir? For every finger of yours, one could say plainly, Has a spring full of milk within it. With such a hand as you have at this hour, For what reason did you need to ask for milk? You have a fortune like a boundless sea, I do not know what kind of man you are, O horseman. Drink milk, not from me, but from your own arm, For you shall eat from your own side. I have seen this much milk in cash for myself, In a month, O Amir, from it. All this milk of mine that was born from your hand, The udder did not give this, your hand gave this." While the army of the plain was following his tracks, From every side, they arrived around the king. They prostrated before him, They formed a circle around him from every side. The king's status became known to the old woman, She had been like a stone, she became like wax. Her hands and feet became paralyzed before the king, Her embarrassment and shame became immense. She said, "Until now that I did not know you, I was offering to sacrifice the cow for you. Now that I know, for your soul's sake, I will sacrifice myself for you." The king became happy from the old woman's speech, He said, "Ask for whatever need you may have." She said, "I want that occasionally the monarch Should fall away from his army, And come as my guest in his solitude, And come alone to his devoted one. For I am without strength from head to foot, I do not have the endurance for the drums and banners." The king ordered the building up of that village, He began it for the sake of the old woman. He bestowed the village upon her and passed on from there, This tale became a lasting story for the old woman. Since Mahmud's prosperity was not figurative, Wherever he went, it returned to him. Prosperity is the essence of people, take heed, Watch over this amount of prosperity that you possess. And if you do not watch over that small amount, The evil eye will immediately take effect.

Updated 2026-07-03

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