1Cademy - بخش ۱۲۸ - حکایت شهری با روستایی که وی را به باغ خود برد / Section 128 - The Tale of the City Dweller and the Villager Who Took Him to His Garden

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Haft Awrang

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بخش ۱۲۸ - حکایت شهری با روستایی که وی را به باغ خود برد / Section 128 - The Tale of the City Dweller and the Villager Who Took Him to His Garden

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میوه ها تازه و تر شاخ به شاخ
روزی باغ روان کرده فراخ

سیب و امرود به هم مشت زده
فندق از خرمی انگشت زده

نار پستان صنمی شاخ انار
سرکش از بوسه و آبی ز کنار

تاک ها کرده در او پر پایه
همچو عالی گهران پر مایه

نخشبی های وی از گوهر پاک
کرده یاقوت تر آویزه تاک

هر که از فخری او گفته صفات
دهنش کرده پر از حب نبات

شهری القصه چو آن باغ بدید
گاو نفسش به چراگاه رسید

می نکرد از پس و از پیش نگاه
همچو گرگی که فتد در رمه گاه

همچو بادی که ز دشت آید سخت
میوه با شاخ شکستی ز درخت

کندی آنسان ز درختی سیبی
که رساندی به درخت آسیبی

ور بر آن سیب نه دستش بودی
کردی از سنگ کلوخ امرودی

به سوی نار چو دست آوردی
حقه لعل شکست آوردی

ور یکی خوشه ز تاک افکندی
تاک را پایه به خاک افکندی

بیخودیهاش چو دهقان می دید
بر خود از غصه آن می پیچید

شهریش گفت ز من این تک و پوی
گر نه بر وفق مراد است بگوی

گفت من با تو چه گویم آخر
وز تو انصاف چه جویم آخر

نه یکی دانه به گل کاشته ای
نه نهالی ز گل افراشته ای

نه زمینی ز تو آراسته گشت
نه درختی ز تو پیراسته گشت

نشد از بیل کفت آبله دار
نشدی غرقه به خون آبله وار

آبیاریت شبی خواب نبرد
راحت خواب تو را آب نبرد

در دلت نیست جز این اندیشه
کین به خود رسته چو کوه و بیشه

کی ز رنجم شود آگه دل تو
نیست جز بی خبری حاصل تو

رنج همدرد که داند همدرد
شرح آن هست به بیدردان سرد

شهریی شد ز ره دشت به ده
تا گشاید ز دلش گشت گره

دید از ابنای دهش دهقانی
بردش از راه سوی بستانی

باغی آراسته چون باغ بهشت
بل کز آراستگی داغ بهشت

English translation

Fruits fresh and moist, branch upon branch, Making the garden's daily sustenance flow abundantly. Apples and pears pressed against each other, The hazelnut snapped its fingers out of sheer delight. The pomegranate branch was like a beloved's breast, Coying away from kisses, with water on the side. The grapevines had raised many trellises in it, Like noble, highly-valued souls. Its Nakhashabi grapes of pure gem Hung as fresh rubies from the vine. Whoever described the qualities of its Fakhri grape, Had his mouth filled with sugar candy. In short, when the city dweller beheld that garden, The ox of his carnal soul reached the pasture. He looked neither forward nor backward, Like a wolf falling upon a flock of sheep. Like a strong wind blowing from the plain, He broke the fruit off the tree along with its branches. He would pluck an apple from a tree in such a way, That he would inflict damage on the tree itself. And if his hand could not reach that apple, He would knock down a pear with a stone or clod of earth. When he reached his hand toward the pomegranate, He shattered the casket of rubies. And if he threw down a cluster from the vine, He would cast the vine's trellis to the ground. When the peasant saw his thoughtless ravages, He writhed within himself from the grief of it. The city dweller said to him: 'This rushing and striving of mine, If it is not to your liking, tell me.' He replied: 'What, after all, can I say to you? And what justice can I seek from you? You have not planted a single seed in the soil, Nor have you raised a sapling from the mud. No land was adorned by you, Nor was any tree pruned by you. The palm of your hand did not blister from the shovel, Nor were you covered in blister after blister like blood. Your watering did not steal your sleep at night, Nor did the water take away your comfortable rest. There is no thought in your heart but this: That this garden has grown by itself like a mountain or a forest. How can your heart ever become aware of my pain? Ignorance is your only harvest. Who knows the pain of a fellow sufferer but a fellow sufferer? The explanation of it is cold to those who feel no pain. A city dweller went from the wilderness path to a village, To untie the knot of distress from his heart. He met a peasant from among the village folk, Who led him from the path toward an orchard, A garden adorned like the garden of paradise, Or rather, its elegance was the envy of paradise itself.

Updated 2026-07-19

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