1Cademy - بخش ۲۷ - حکایت آن غوری که در مناره پنهان شده بود و فریاد می کرد که مرا مجویید که من اینجا نیستم / Section 27 - The Tale of the Ghouri Who Hid in the Minaret and Shouted, Do Not Look for Me, I Am Not Here

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Haft Awrang

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بخش ۲۷ - حکایت آن غوری که در مناره پنهان شده بود و فریاد می کرد که مرا مجویید که من اینجا نیستم / Section 27 - The Tale of the Ghouri Who Hid in the Minaret and Shouted, 'Do Not Look for Me, I Am Not Here'

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روستایی ز دست باران جست
رفت و در پای ناودان بنشست

ساده ای از تکاو عرصه غور
کرد روزی به سوی شهر عبور

مانده و گرسنه ز راه تکاو
بر کتف توبره به پا گرگاو

اوفتادش گذر به دکانی
دید پر نان و نانخورش خوانی

بی تکلف گذشت و خوش بنشست
کرد بیرون ز زیر پشمین دست

صاحب خوان چو بود اهل کرم
نزد از منع و زجر با او دم

چون ازان نان و خوان به تنهایی
خورد چندانکه داشت گنجایی

توبره بر زیر سر نهاد و بخفت
صاحب خوان چو آن بدید آشفت

گفت برخیز هان و هان برخیز
زودتر زین در دکان بگریز

ملک شهر حکم فرموده
که بگیرند الاغ آسوده

دمبدم می رسد یکی سرهنگ
می کند سوی هر الاغ آهنگ

می کشد در قطار خویش تو را
می کشد زیر بار خویش تو را

می برد بارکش به هر سویت
می کند ریش پشت و پهلویت

مرد غوری چو آن سخن بشنید
توبره بر کتف نهاد و دوید

در به در کو به کو بسی شتافت
هیچ جایی به از مناره نیافت

از همه مردمان کناره گزید
ترس ترسان در آن مناره خزید

از قضا بهر سود و سودایی
خاست از شهر شور و غوغایی

شد گمانش که شور سرهنگ است
کش به سوی الاغ آهنگ است

بانگ می زد که من نهان شده ام
وز جفای تو در امان شده ام

زود بگذر سخن مگوی اینجا
من نهانم مرا مجوی اینجا

بلکه خود زین دیار دورم من
همچنان در تکاو غورم من

صد سخن بیش ازین قبل بودش
لیک هر یک خلاف مقصودش

همچو آن ساده دل که از دغلی
ساخت بر ذکر سر نشان جلی

ذکرش آمد برون ز پرده سر
بر خیال سر او هنوز مصر

English translation

A villager escaped from the rain, Went and sat at the foot of a drainpipe. A simpleton from the expanse of Ghour Passed towards the city one day. Tired and hungry from the long journey, With a nosebag on his shoulder and rough shoes on his feet. His path fell upon a shop, He saw a table full of bread and stew. Without ceremony he passed and sat down happily, He brought his hand out from under his woolen garment. Since the owner of the table was a man of generosity, He did not utter a word of prevention or rebuke to him. When he ate of that bread and table alone, As much as he had capacity, He placed his nosebag under his head and slept. When the owner of the table saw that, he became agitated. He said, 'Rise, beware, and beware, rise! Flee from the door of this shop sooner! The king of the city has issued a command, To seize any rested donkey. Moment by moment an officer arrives, Making for every donkey. He will pull you into his string, He will pull you under his load. He will take you as a beast of burden in every direction, He will make your back and sides sore.' When the Ghouri man heard those words, He placed his nosebag on his shoulder and ran. Door to door, street to street, he hurried much, He found no place better than a minaret. He chose isolation from all people, Fearfully he crept into that minaret. By chance, for the sake of some trade and dealing, A commotion and clamor rose from the city. His suspicion became that it was the officer's commotion, Who was making for donkeys. He was shouting, 'I have become hidden, And I am safe from your oppression! Pass quickly, do not speak here, I am hidden, do not seek me here! Rather, I am far from this land myself, I am still running in Ghour.' He had a hundred words more of this sort, But each one was contrary to his purpose. Like that simpleton who out of deceit, Made an obvious sign upon the mention of a secret. His secret came out from behind the veil, While he was still insisting on the illusion of a secret.

Updated 2026-07-06

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