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بخش ۴۷ - حکایت آن حکیم کشتی شکسته رخت به دریا فکنده که بعد از نجات به واسطه حکمت به درجات رسید / Section 47 - The Tale of That Wise Man Whose Ship Was Wrecked and Who Cast His Belongings into the Sea, and Who After His Rescue Attained High Ranks by Means of Wisdom

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حکیمی از آنجا که روشندلان
نفورند از ظلمت جاهلان

پی شستن از دل غباری که داشت
برون برد رخت از دیاری که داشت

چو رنج بیابان به پایان رساند
زمانه چو نوحش به کشتی نشاند

ز موج اشتران کف انداز مست
بر او حمله کردند و کشتی شکست

ز حرف سلامت دلی منحرف
به یک تخته چسبید همچون الف

ز ملاحی باد دریانورد
وطن بر کنار یکی شهر کرد

به انگشت بر ریگ رملی کشید
کزان خلق را حیرت آمد پدید

بسی حال پوشیده را باز گفت
خبر داد از رازهای نهفت

رسید این حکایت به دارای شهر
به عدل و کرم رونق افزای شهر

به صد گونه لطفش سوی خویش خواند
به تعظیم بر کرسی زر نشاند

به دریا درون هر چه از کف نهاد
ز دریا دلی بیش ازانش بداد

حکیم آن عنایت چو از شاه دید
ز احباب نسیان نه از راه دید

به نامه نویسی قلم تیز کرد
وز آن نی نوای نوانگیز کرد

که ای راست بازان نرد طلب
ز مطلوب قانع به درد طلب

بکوشید تحصیل مطلوب را
بکوبید طبع خردکوب را

به مطلوبی آرید روی امل
که از موج دریا نیابد خلل

اگر بگذرد موج دریا ز فرق
وگر کشتی افتد به طوفان غرق

فتاده به دریا همه رخت و بار
به یک تخته گیرید راه کنار

بود حاصل عمر همراهتان
انیس دل و جان آگاهتان

ز فانی وفاداری امید نیست
چه سود از متاعی که جاوید نیست

بیا ساقیا لعل بگداخته
به جام بلور تر انداخته

بده تا به اقبال پایندگان
بشوییم دست از نو آیندگان

بیا مطربا زخمه ای برتراش
رگ چنگ را زین نوا ده خراش

که سرمایه زندگانی بسوخت
هر آن کس که باقی به فانی فروخت

English translation

A wise man—since those enlightened of heart are repelled by the darkness of the ignorant—

to wash from his heart the dust that it held, carried his belongings out of the land that he had.

When he brought the hardship of the desert to its end, fate, like Noah, seated him upon a ship.

From the waves—foam-flinging, drunken camels— they charged upon him, and the ship broke apart.

His heart turned aside from the word of safety; he clung to a single plank like the letter alif.

By the sailing of the sea-faring wind, he made his home on the shore of a certain city.

With his finger he traced sand-divination upon the sand, from which wonder appeared among the people.

Many a hidden state he disclosed; he gave tidings of concealed secrets.

This tale reached the ruler of the city, who by justice and generosity increased the city's splendor.

With a hundred kinds of kindness he summoned him to himself, and with honor seated him upon a golden throne.

Whatever he had let fall into the sea, from his sea-like heart the king gave him more than that.

When the wise man beheld that favor from the king, he did not deem forgetting his loved ones to be the right path.

He sharpened his pen for letter-writing, and from that reed he made a stirring melody:

'O upright players at the game of seeking, content with the pain of seeking rather than the thing sought,

strive to attain what is sought; pound down the reason-crushing nature.

Turn the face of your hope toward a goal that suffers no harm from the waves of the sea.

Even should the sea's wave pass over your head, and even should the ship be drowned in the storm,

with all your goods and baggage fallen into the sea, reach for the shore by means of a single plank.

Let the harvest of life be your fellow traveler, the intimate of your heart and of your aware soul.

From the perishable there is no hope of faithfulness; what profit is there in merchandise that is not everlasting?'

Come, O cupbearer, with molten ruby cast fresh into the crystal cup;

give it, that by the fortune of the enduring ones we may wash our hands of the newcomers.

Come, O minstrel, carve out a plectrum-stroke; with this melody scratch the vein of the harp,

for the capital of life was burned away by whoever sold the everlasting for the perishable.

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