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بخش ۱۲۵ - حکایت حکیم سنایی رحمه الله که در وقت وفات این بیت می خواند / Section 125 - The Tale of Hakim Sanai, May Allah Have Mercy on Him, Who Was Reciting This Couplet at the Time of His Death

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بازگشتم از سخن زیرا که نیست
در سخن معنی و در معنی سخن

چون سنایی شه اقلیم سخن
راقم تخته تعلیم سخن

خواست گردون که فرو شوید پاک
رقم هستیش از تخته خاک

بر سر بستر کین افکندش
همچو سایه به زمین افکندش

لب هنوزش ز سخن نابسته
داشت با خود سخنی آهسته

همدمی بر دهنش گوش نهاد
به حدیثش نظر هوش گشاد

آنچه از عالم دل تلقین داشت
بیتکی بود که مضمون این داشت

که بر اطوار سخن بگذشتم
لیک حالی ز همه برگشتم

بر دلم نیست ز هر بیش و کمی
به جز از حرف ندامت رقمی

زانکه دور است درین دیر کهن
سخن از معنی و معنی ز سخن

سخن آنجا که شود دام نمای
صید معنی نشود کام گشای

معنی آنجا که کشد دامن ناز
گفت و گو را نرسد دست نیاز

سخن آنجا که شود تنگ مجال
مرغ معنی نگشاید پر و بال

معنی آنجا که نهد پای بلند
از عبارت نتوان ساخت کمند

پایه قدر سخن چون این است
وای طبعی که سخن آیین است

لب فرو بند که خاموشی به
دل تهی کن که فراموشی به

English translation

I turned back from speech because there is no meaning in speech and no speech in meaning. When Sanai, the king of the realm of speech, the writer on the instruction board of speech, heaven desired to wash clean the mark of his existence from the board of earth, it cast him onto his bed of affliction, and threw him to the ground like a shadow. While his lips were not yet closed from speech, he was whispering a word to himself. A companion placed an ear to his mouth, and opened his mind's eye to his speech. What was inspired to him from the realm of the heart, was a brief couplet that had this meaning: 'I passed through all modes of speech, but now, I have turned away from them all. On my heart, from all more or less, the letter of regret is the only mark left. Because in this ancient temple of a world, speech is far from meaning, and meaning from speech. Where speech becomes a displayed trap, the prey of meaning does not open its mouth in satisfaction. Where meaning pulls up its skirt in pride, the hand of pleading of speech does not reach it. Where speech is confined in space, the bird of meaning does not spread its wings. Where meaning sets a high footstep, one cannot fashion a lasso out of expressions.' Since the status and worth of speech is such, alas for the nature whose custom is speech. Close your lips, for silence is better; empty your heart, for forgetfulness is better.

Updated 2026-07-19

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