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بخش ۴۷ - حکایت عیاری که در زیر چوب شحنه چندان دندان فشرد که درم سیم در زیر دندان وی پاره پاره شد و دینار صبر وی درست بیرون آمد / Section 47 - The Tale of the Rogue Who Clenched His Teeth under the Sheriff's Cudgel to Such an Extent that the Silver Dirham between His Teeth Was Shattered to Pieces, while the Dinar of His Patience Came Out Unbroken

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شحنه ای گفت که عیاری را
مانده در حبس گرفتاری را

بند بر پای برون آوردند
بر سر جمع سیاست کردند

شد ز بس چوب چو انگشت سیاه
لیک بر نامد ازو شعله آه

رخت ازان ورطه چو آورد برون
پیش یاران ز دهان کرد برون

درمی سیم به چندین پاره
بلکه ماهی شده چند استاره

محرمی کرد سؤالش کین چیست
بدر کامل شده چون پروین چیست

گفت جا داشت در آن محفل بیم
زیر دندان من این درهم سیم

در صف جمع مهی حاضر بود
که بدو چشم دلم ناظر بود

پیش وی با همه بی باکی خویش
شرمم آمد ز جزعناکی خویش

اندر آن واقعه خندان خندان
بس که در صبر فشردم دندان

زیر دندان درم جو جو شد
سکه درهم صبرم نو شد

زد رقم سکه نو بر کارم
که به صبر اندر یک دینارم

چون نهد ناقد دوران معیار
سرخرویی رسدم زین دینار

صبر اگر چند که زهر آیین است
عاقبت همچو شکر شیرین است

مکن از تلخی آن زهر خروش
کآخر کار شود چشمه نوش

English translation

A sheriff related that they brought out a certain rogue, An imprisoned captive, With shackles on his feet they brought him forth, And punished him before the assembly. From the many blows of the cudgel, he became black like charcoal, Yet not even the flame of a sigh arose from him. When he escaped from that perilous whirlpool, Before his companions, he took out from his mouth A silver dirham broken into many pieces, Rather, a full moon that had become several stars. A confidant asked him: 'What is this? Why has this full moon become like the Pleiades?' He said: 'In that assembly of fear, this silver dirham Had its place beneath my teeth. In the ranks of the crowd, a moon-faced beauty was present, Upon whom the eye of my heart was gazing. Before her, despite all my fearlessness, I felt ashamed of any sign of my distress. During that ordeal, smiling and laughing, So much did I clench my teeth in patience, That beneath my teeth the dirham became like tiny grains, And the coin of my patience became newly minted. The new coin stamped a mark upon my endeavor, That in patience I am worth a gold dinar. When the assayer of time applies the standard, Honor and pride will come to me from this dinar. Although patience is of the nature of poison, Its end is sweet like sugar. Do not cry out from the bitterness of that poison, For the end of the matter will become a fountain of sweet nectar.'

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