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Mosibat Nameh

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بخش ۴ - الحكایة و التمثیل / Section 4 - The Tale and the Parable

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گشت یک روز از ایاز نازنین
در میان جمع سلطان خشمگین

خواند پیش خود حسن را شهریار
گفت ازین پس با ایازم نیست کار

جان من میجوشد از وی چون کنم
تخت بندش بر نهم یا خون کنم

یا کنم آزادش و سر در دهم
یا برانم از درش سر بر نهم

هرچه اورا سخت تر آید ز من
این دمش بیشک بسر آید ز من

چون وزیرش دید الحق سخت کوش
گفت باشد سخت تر چیزی فروش

آن سخن از وی خوش آمده شاه را
گفت بفروشید این گمراه را

چون سوی بازار بردندش دوان
شد خریدار از همه سوئی روان

عاقبت بخرید مردی نامدار
آن سمن بر را بدیناری هزار

چون برین بگذشت آخر چندروز
شد پشیمان خسرو گیتی فروز

خواجه راگفتا ایازم را بیار
خواجه آمد با ایاز شهریار

چون بدید از دور سلطان روی او
دید جان را موی یک یک موی او

شد خجل از کردهٔ خود شهریار
اشک بر رویش روان شد صد هزار

مرد را گفتا که بودی تو پلید
تا ایازم را توانستی خرید

تو ندانستی که هر نااهل و اهل
کی خرد معشوق شاهان را ز جهل

او سزای آن بود کز زخم تیغ
خون بریزندش بزاری بیدریغ

در سخن آمد ایاز نامدار
در میان گریه گفت ای شهریار

هرکه او معشوق را خواهد خرید
می بباید ازتن او سر برید

هرکه او معشوق را خواهد فروخت
شرح ده این همه که جان من بسوخت

چون خریدن را سزائی خون بود
گر کسی بفروشد او خود چون بود

عاشقی باید بمعنی پادشاه
تا تواند داشت معشوقی نگاه

کعبهٔ کان خاص عشاق آمدست
از دو عالم مرد آن طاق آمدست

کعبه ای کانجا طواف جان بود
هرکسی را کی محل آن بود

مینترسی تو که چون نبود محل
هشت فردوست نهند اندر بغل

گر نبودی نور دل در پیش کار
هشت جنت را نبودی کار و بار

زندگی دل ز عشق جان بود
عشق جان از غمزهٔ جانان بود

هرچه ازجانان بعاشق میرسد
گر همه کفرست لایق میرسد

English translation

One day, due to lovely Ayaz, The Sultan became angry amidst the assembly. The king summoned Hasan before him, Said, "From now on I have no business with Ayaz. My soul boils from him, what should I do? Should I put him in chains or shed his blood? Or should I free him and let him wander? Or drive him from my door and turn away? Whatever he finds hardest from me, His breath will surely end by me." When his vizier saw him, indeed, so unyielding, He said, "Selling him would be something harder." That word pleased the king, He said, "Sell this misguided one." As they took him running towards the market, Buyers flowed from every side. Finally, a renowned man bought, That jasmine-bosomed one for a thousand dinars. When a few days finally passed upon this, The world-illuminating king became full of regret. He said to the Khwaja, "Bring my Ayaz." The Khwaja came with Ayaz to the king. When the Sultan saw his face from afar, He saw his soul in every single hair of his. The king became ashamed of his own deed, A hundred thousand tears flowed on his face. He said to the man, "You were foul, That you could buy my Ayaz. Did you not know that every unworthy and worthy person, How can they buy the beloved of kings out of ignorance? He deserves that from the strike of a sword, His blood should be shed pitifully without hesitation." Renowned Ayaz began to speak, Amidst weeping, he said, "O king, Whoever wishes to buy the beloved, Must have his head severed from his body. Whoever wishes to sell the beloved, Explain all this, for my soul has burned! Since the penalty for buying is blood, If someone sells him, how must he himself be? One must be a king in essence to be a lover, So that he can keep a beloved. It is a Kaaba that is for the elite of lovers, From the two worlds, that man is singular. A Kaaba where there is circumambulation of the soul, How can that be a place for everyone? Do you not fear that when it is not his place, They put the eight paradises under their arm? If there were no light of the heart in this matter, The eight paradises would have no business. The life of the heart is from the love of the soul, The love of the soul is from the glance of the beloved. Whatever reaches the lover from the beloved, Even if it is all infidelity, it is fitting."

Updated 2026-07-03

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