Poem

بخش ۲۴ - حکایت شخصی که در ولادت فرزند از بزرگی استمداد همت کرده بود و باز از برای خلاصی از شر وی از همان بزرگ استمداد می کرد / Section 24 - The Tale of a Person Who Sought Spiritual Assistance from a Great Master for the Birth of a Child, and Then Sought Assistance from the Same Master to Escape His Harm

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پیش شیخی رفت آن مرد فضول
بهر بی فرزندیش خاطر ملول

گفت با من دار شیخا همتی
تا ببخشد کردگارم دولتی

تازه سروی روید از آب و گلم
کز وجود او بیاساید دلم

یعنی آید در کنارم یک پسر
کز جمال او شود روشن بصر

شیخ گفتا خویش را رنجه مدار
واگذار این کار را با کردگار

در هر آن کاری که آری روی و رای
مصلحت را از تو به داند خدای

گفت شیخا من بدین مقصود اسیر
مانده ام از من عنایت وامگیر

از دعا شو قاصد بهبود من
تا به زودی رو دهد مقصود من

شیخ حالی در دعا برداشت دست
بر نشان افتاد تیر او ز شست

یک پسر چون آهوی چین مشکبار
از شکارستان غیبش شد شکار

چون نهال شهوت و شاخ هوا
یافت در آب و گلش نشو و نما

با حریفان باده نوشیدن گرفت
در پی هر کام کوشیدن گرفت

مست شد جا بر کنار بام کرد
دختر همسایه را بدنام کرد

شوهر دختر ز پیش او گریخت
ورنه خونش را به خنجر خواست ریخت

شحنه را دادند ازین صورت خبر
بدره های زر طمع کرد از پدر

روز و شب این بود کار و بار او
فاش شد در شهر و کو کردار او

نی نصیحت را اثر بودی در او
نی سیاست کارگر بودی در او

چون پدر زین کار و بار آمد به تنگ
باز زد در دامن آن شیخ چنگ

که ندارم غیر تو فریادرس
رحم کن بر من به فریادم برس

کن دعای دیگر اندر کار او
وز سر من دور کن آزار او

شیخ گفت آن روز من گفتم تو را
که مکن الحاح و بگذر زین دعا

عفو می خواه از خدا و عافیت
کین بود در هر دو عالم کافیت

چون ببندی بار رحلت زین دیار
نی پسر نی دخترت آید به کار

بنده ای در بندگی بی بند باش
هر چه می آید بدان خرسند باش

English translation

A meddlesome man went to a Sheikh, His heart heavy with sorrow over being childless. He said, 'O Sheikh, bestow some spiritual favor upon me, So that my Creator may grant me a blessing, A fresh cypress may grow from my clay and water, So that my heart may find peace in his existence. That is, a son may come to my embrace, By whose beauty my sight may be enlightened.' The Sheikh said, 'Do not trouble yourself, Leave this matter to the Creator. In any matter you turn your attention and intellect to, God knows what is best for you better than you do.' He said, 'O Sheikh, I am a captive of this desire, Do not withhold your grace and favor from me. Through your prayer, be the messenger of my well-being, So that my purpose may soon be realized.' The Sheikh immediately raised his hands in prayer, And the arrow flew from his thumb-ring and hit the mark. A son, fragrant as a musk-bearing deer of China, Was captured for him from the hunting-ground of the Unseen. When the sapling of lust and the branch of desire Found growth and nourishment in his clay and water, He began drinking wine with companions, And strove to pursue every pleasure. He became drunk, took his place on the edge of the roof, And brought dishonor upon the neighbor's daughter. The daughter's husband fled from him, Otherwise, he would have shed his blood with a dagger. They informed the city prefect of this matter, Who then coveted bags of gold from the father. Day and night, this was his occupation, And his deeds became notorious in the city and streets. Neither advice had any effect on him, Nor did punishment or discipline work on him. When the father became distressed by this state of affairs, He clung once again to the robe of that Sheikh, Saying, 'I have no helper other than you, Have mercy on me and come to my aid! Offer another prayer concerning his affair, And ward off his torment from me.' The Sheikh said, 'That day I told you, Do not persist, and let go of this prayer. Seek forgiveness and well-being from God, For this is sufficient for you in both worlds. When you pack your bags to depart from this land, Neither son nor daughter will be of use to you. As a servant, be unbound in your servitude, And be content with whatever comes to pass.'

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