1Cademy - بخش ۱۶ - حکایت هرمز بن کسری و منادی فرمودن وی سپاه را که به کشت کس درمیایید و بریدن گوش آن کس که آن منادی را گوش نکرد / Section 16 - The Tale of Hormizd, Son of Khosrow, and His Herald Proclaiming to the Army Not to Trample Anyones Crops, and the Cutting Off of the Ear of the One Who Disobeyed the Proclamation

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Haft Awrang

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بخش ۱۶ - حکایت هرمز بن کسری و منادی فرمودن وی سپاه را که به کشت کس درمیایید و بریدن گوش آن کس که آن منادی را گوش نکرد / Section 16 - The Tale of Hormizd, Son of Khosrow, and His Herald Proclaiming to the Army Not to Trample Anyone's Crops, and the Cutting Off of the Ear of the One Who Disobeyed the Proclamation

Original content

پور کسری که داشت هرمز نام
دل به عدلش گرفته بود آرام

چون برون آمدی ز شهر سپاه
این منادی زدی به هر سر راه

که عناون در کف هوس منهید
پای در کشتزار کس منهید

فی المثل هر که خوشه ای شکند
پر کاهی ز خرمنی بکند

همچو خوشه به تیر دوزندش
خرمن از برق تیغ سوزندش

از قضا آن که نایب پسرش
بودی و راهبر به خیر و شرش

روزی از همرهی سلطان ماند
اسب در کشتزار دهقان راند

زین خیانت خبر به شاه رسید
به سیاستگریش گوش برید

یعنی آن کس که گوش بر ما نیست
به منادی ماش پروا نیست

بهر عبرت گرفتن که و مه
گوش اگر بر سرش نباشد به

بعد ازان گفت تا کشد ز احسان
پسر او غرامت دهقان

همچنین از سپاه او دگری
پیش شاه و سپاه معتبری

بر کنار رزی گذر می کرد
به تماشای رز نظر می کرد

ناگه از پهلویش جنیبت جست
خوشه غوره ای ز تاک شکست

صاحب باغ برگرفت فغان
کای برافتاده از تو کیش مغان

اصل دین مغان کم آزاریست
جستی آزارم این چه دینداریست

می روم ای به دین خود دو دله
تا کنم از تو پیش شاه گله

زو سپاهی چو نام شه بشنید
زهره او ز بیم شه بدرید

کمری داشت بر میان از زر
گردش آویزه خوشه های گهر

دست زد وان کمر روان بگشاد
پیش آن مرد باغبان بنهاد

که به تاوان خوشه ای که شکست
بین که دادم چه خوشه هات به دست

اگر آن بود خوشه انگور
باشد اینها ز گوهر منثور

رگ جانم ز تن گسیخته گیر
خونم از تیغ شاه ریخته گیر

English translation

The son of Khosrow, whose name was Hormizd, The hearts of the people rested in peace due to his justice. Whenever the army marched out from the city, This herald would proclaim at every crossroads: 'Do not place the reins in the hand of desire, Do not set foot in anyone's cultivated field. For instance, whoever breaks an ear of grain, Or plucks a blade of straw from a harvest heap, They shall pin him with arrows like an ear of grain, And burn his harvest with the lightning of the sword.' By chance, he who was his son's deputy, And his guide in matters of good and evil, One day lagged behind the Sultan's entourage, And rode his horse into a peasant's crop. News of this betrayal reached the King, And as a matter of statecraft, he ordered his ear to be cut off, Meaning: 'He who does not lend an ear to us, Has no regard for our herald's proclamation. For the admonition of both high and low, It is better if there is no ear on his head.' After that, he ordered his son to generously Pay the peasant's compensation. Likewise, another soldier from his army, Who was prestigious in the eyes of the King and the troops, Was passing by the edge of a vineyard, Looking at the vineyard in admiration. Suddenly, his led-horse leaped from his side, And broke a cluster of unripe grapes from the vine. The owner of the garden raised a cry: 'O you, by whom the creed of the Magi has been discarded! The essence of the Magi's faith is causing no harm; You sought to harm me, what kind of piety is this? I am going, O you who are wavering in your faith, To complain about you before the King.' When the soldier heard the King's name from him, His gall bladder burst out of fear of the King. He wore a belt of gold around his waist, Adorned with hanging clusters of pearls and gems. He reached out, quickly unfastened that belt, And laid it down before the gardener, Saying: 'In compensation for the cluster that was broken, See what clusters I have placed in your hands! If that was a cluster of grapes, These are made of scattered pearls. Consider the vein of my life severed from my body, And my blood already spilled by the King's sword.'

Updated 2026-07-07

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