1Cademy - بخش ۳۲ - حکایت آن زشت روی خانه آرای که حکیمی در خانه وی منزل ساخت و در وقت حاجت آب دهان بر وی انداخت / Section 32 - The Tale of the Ugly-Faced House-Adorner in Whose House a Wise Man Took Lodging, and Who, When in Need, Cast Spittle Upon Him

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Haft Awrang

Poem

بخش ۳۲ - حکایت آن زشت روی خانه آرای که حکیمی در خانه وی منزل ساخت و در وقت حاجت آب دهان بر وی انداخت / Section 32 - The Tale of the Ugly-Faced House-Adorner in Whose House a Wise Man Took Lodging, and Who, When in Need, Cast Spittle Upon Him

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یکی سفله با شکلی از طبع دور
ز دیدار او چشم مردم نفور

ز زر بفت جامه تنش بهره مند
به مصری عمامه سر او بلند

بیاراست بس دلگشا خانه ای
به از غرفه حور کاشانه ای

زمینش چو فردوس عنبر سرشت
مزین چو گردون به فیروزه خشت

همه سقف و دیوار او پر نگار
ز هر چه آن نه زیبا درش استوار

حکیمی که از حکمت آگاه بود
و زو جهل را دست کوتاه بود

بر آن سفله افتاد ناگه رهش
شد آن خانه یک لحظه منزلگهش

سخن را نوایی ز نو ساز کرد
به حکمت نواسازی آغاز کرد

چنان شد گره در گلو بلغمش
که در گفت و گو برنیامد دمش

ز راه گلو آن گره را چو کند
نشد یافت جایی که بتوان فکند

بپیچید رخ زان همه سرخ و زرد
فکندش به رخسار آن سفله مرد

ازو تافت رو کای پسندیده خوی
چنینم چرا تف فکندی به روی

بگفتا در این خانه کردم نظر
نبود از تو چیزی در او زشت تر

نشاید ز دانای نیکو سرشت
که تف بر نکو افکند پیش زشت

بیا ساقی ای یار بیچارگان
ده آن می که در چشم میخوارگان

درین زرکش آیینه نقره کوب
ازو بد نماید بد و خوب خوب

بیا مطرب از زخمه زخم درشت
بزن بر رگ پیر خم گشته پشت

که هر حرف دشوار و آسان که هست
رساند به گوش من آنسان که هست

English translation

A base wretch, far removed in nature from grace, from whose sight people's eyes recoiled. His body was graced with gold-woven robes, an Egyptian turban raised high upon his head. He adorned a house most delightful to the heart, a dwelling finer than a houri's celestial chamber. Its floor, like paradise, kneaded with ambergris, adorned like the sky with turquoise brick. All its ceiling and walls were full of ornament; whatever was not beautiful, its door was shut fast against it. A sage who was versed in wisdom, and from whom the hand of ignorance was cut short, chanced upon that base man's path, and for a moment that house became his lodging. He struck up a new melody of speech, and began his tuning with words of wisdom. Then phlegm knotted so in his throat that in mid-discourse his breath could not come forth. When he cleared that knot from his throat, he found no place where he might cast it. Red and yellow, he turned his face away, and cast it upon the face of that base man. The man turned his face, saying, 'O you of pleasing nature, why did you cast spittle upon my face?' He said, 'I looked about this house, and there was nothing in it uglier than you. It is not fitting that a wise man of good nature should cast spittle on the beautiful before the ugly.' Come, cupbearer, O friend of the helpless, give that wine which, in the eyes of the wine-drinkers, in this gold-drawn, silver-chased mirror, makes the bad show as bad and the good as good. Come, minstrel, with the harsh stroke of the plectrum, strike upon the vein of the old, bent-backed lute, so that every word, hard and easy alike, it may bring to my ear just as it is.

Updated 2026-07-20

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