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بخش ۴۴ - قصه آن طبیب که آفت رسیده ای را بی وجود اسباب معالجه کرد / Section 44 - The Tale of That Physician Who Cured an Afflicted Person Without the Presence of Medical Tools

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به یکی از ملوک سامانی
داشت دوران طبیبی ارزانی

در همه کارها بدو همدم
در همه رازها بدو محرم

دادیش در حضور خود پیوست
نبض جمع مخدرات به دست

روزی از گفت و گوی خلق خلاص
بود با او درون خلوت خاص

پای نامحرمان از آنجا پی
نامه محرمان از آنجا طی

ناگه آمد کنیزکی چون ماه
خوان به کف پیش شاه گشت دو تاه

تا نهد خوان خوردنی به زمین
ریخت خلطی به پشت او رنگین

الف قامتش چون دال بماند
خم چو پیران دیر سال بماند

کرد چندان که زور راست نشد
پشت او آنچنان که خواست نشد

گفت با آن حکیم شاه کریم
کای شفابخش هر مزاج سقیم

هم درین دم گشای دست علاج
وارهانش ازین فساد مزاج

ماند حیران حکیم چون اسباب
بود بهر علاج او نایاب

دست زد معجرش ز فرق کشید
جامه اش را ز پیش و پس بدرید

از زهارش گشاد بند ازار
کرد بیرونش از سرین شلوار

غرقه شد زان خجالت اندر خوی
خلط بگداخت در مفاصل وی

قامت خود چو سرو بستان راست
کرد و آزاد از زمین برخاست

در طبیبی چو نیک ماهر بود
پیش او سر کار ظاهر بود

چون بماند از علاج جسمانی
دست زد در علاج نفسانی

English translation

To one of the Samanid kings, Time had granted a worthy physician. In all matters he was his companion, In all secrets he was his confidant. The king kept him constantly in his presence, Entrusting him with the pulse of all his women. One day, free from the talk of the common folk, He was with him in private intimacy. The feet of outsiders were barred from that place, The scrolls of confidants were rolled up. Suddenly there came a handmaiden beautiful as the moon, With a tray in hand, she bent double before the king. As she was putting the tray of food on the ground, A certain humor/fluid settled in her back. The straight Alif of her stature became like a Dal, Remaining bent like the aged of many years. No matter how much force she applied, she could not straighten, Her back did not return to how she wished. The generous king said to that wise physician: 'O healer of every sick temperament, At this very moment, open the hand of cure, Deliver her from this corruption of temperament.' The physician was left bewildered, because the tools And means of her treatment were unavailable. He reached out, pulled the veil from her head, Tore her garment from front and back. He untied her trousers from her waist, And pulled them down from her hips. Drowned in sweat from that immense shame, The humor dissolved in her joints. She straightened her stature like a garden cypress, And rose up free from the ground. Since he was highly skilled in medicine, The inner secret of the matter was clear to him. When he was left helpless by physical treatment, He reached out for psychological treatment.

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