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بخش ۴۹ - حکایت آن حکیم از مردم بر کرانه و سؤال و جواب او با پادشاه زمانه / Section 49 - The Tale of That Sage Who Kept Apart from People on the Shore, and His Question and Answer with the King of the Age

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حکیمی ز مردم کناری گرفت
ز غارتگران کنج غاری گرفت

جز آن غار آرامگاهی نداشت
غذا غیر برگ گیاهی نداشت

چو کرم بریشم گیاخوار بود
به تن از لعابش یکی تار بود

گروهی به آن تار دور از گزند
به قید ارادت شده پایبند

شه کشور از مسند عز و ناز
بدان غار شد سینه پر نیاز

لقای حکیمش خوش آمد چنان
که از عشق وی رفتش از کف عنان

بدو گفت کای قبله مقبلان
قبول تو اقبال صاحبدلان

دل من اسیر کمند تو شد
سرم پست قدر بلند تو شد

حیات ابد را تویی جان من
جدا از تو بودن چه امکان من

بن غار منزلگه اژدهاست
که از بیم مردم در او کرده جاست

تویی خلق را گشته امیدگاه
چه حاجت که آری به اینجا پناه

تو شاهی و از روی تو شهر خوش
متاع اقامت سوی شهر کش

اگر رنجه سازی سوی شهر پای
کنم بهرت آماده باغ و سرای

غلامان خدمتگر با ادب
کنیزان سیمینبر نوش لب

دگر از سبب های طیب معاش
که یابند ازان جسم و جان انتعاش

بگفتا که می خواهم اینها بلی
که تا بگذرد عمر من خوش ولی

به شرطی ز تو گیرم این ساز و برگ
که از دامنم بگسلی دست مرگ

ز بخشش چه سود ای به بخشش مثل
چو تو هر چه بخشی ستاند اجل

چه خوش گفت این نکته دانای راز
که مپذیر چیزی که گیرند باز

فریب است از مرغ در دام اسیر
زدن مرغ بگشاده پر را صفیر

به آنست کو دام خود بردرد
نه مرغ دگر را به دام آورد

بیا ساقیا زان می راوگی
که صید طرب را کند ناوگی

بده تا درین دام دل ناشکیب
ببندیم گوش از صفیر فریب

بیا مطربا وان نی فارسی
که بر رخش عشرت کند فارسی

بزن تا به همراهی آن سوار
کنیم از بیابان محنت گذار

English translation

A sage kept himself apart from people; from the plunderers he took to the corner of a cave. Besides that cave he had no resting place; he had no food but the leaf of a plant. Like the silkworm he was an herb-eater; on his body, from its spittle, was a single thread. A group, by that thread and safe from harm, became bound in the tie of devotion. The king of the realm, from the throne of glory and ease, went to that cave with a heart full of need. The sage's countenance so pleased him that from love of him the reins slipped from his hand. He said to him: O qibla of the fortunate, your acceptance is the good fortune of the enlightened. My heart has become captive to your lasso; my head is lowered before your high worth. You are the very soul of my eternal life; how is it possible for me to be parted from you? The depth of the cave is a dragon's dwelling, who from fear of people has made its lair within it. You have become the people's place of hope; what need is there for you to take refuge here? You are a king, and by your face the city is pleasant; draw the goods of your dwelling toward the city. If you would trouble your feet toward the city, I will make ready for you a garden and a mansion, servant-slaves, well-mannered and dutiful, silver-bosomed, honey-lipped maidens, and other means of pleasant livelihood by which body and soul find refreshment. He said: Yes, I want these, that my life may pass pleasantly, but on one condition I take this provision from you: that you sever the hand of death from my skirt. What use is giving, O you proverbial in giving, when whatever you give, death takes away? How well the knower of secrets said this point: do not accept a thing that they will take back. It is a deception, from the bird captive in the snare, to whistle to the bird still flying with open wings. Better it is that it tear apart its own snare, rather than bring another bird into the trap. Come, O cupbearer, with that flowing wine that brings down joy as its prey. Give, that in this snare the impatient heart may close its ears to the whistle of deceit. Come, O minstrel, and that Persian reed, whose sound spreads merriment abroad. Play, that in the company of that rider we may make our passage through the desert of affliction.

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