1Cademy - بخش ۱۸ - حکایت پسر مهتر ده که چون با پدر مشاهده حشمت و شوکت پادشاه شهر کرد / Section 18 - The Tale of the Village Headmans Son Who, When He Witnessed the Pomp and Majesty of the Citys King Together with His Father

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Haft Awrang

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بخش ۱۸ - حکایت پسر مهتر ده که چون با پدر مشاهده حشمت و شوکت پادشاه شهر کرد / Section 18 - The Tale of the Village Headman's Son Who, When He Witnessed the Pomp and Majesty of the City's King Together with His Father

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گفت اگر اینست رسم مهتری
منصب ما نیست جز لولیگری

یکی روستایی پسر کش پدر
به ده بودی از مه دهی بهره ور

دماغی پر از نخوت و جاه داشت
دلی خالی از حشمت شاه داشت

پدر روزی از ده کمتر تنگ کرد
به رفتن سوی شهر آهنگ کرد

پسر نیز با او قدم زد به راه
که از شهر سازد چو ده جلوه گاه

چو در عرصه شهر مأوا گرفت
به هر کوی راه تماشا گرفت

یکی بارگه دید سر بر سماک
به گردون رسیده ازو قدر خاک

ز کیوان بسی برتر ایوان او
زحل پیکران گشته دربان او

برآمد ز در نعره کره نای
زمین و زمان کرد جنبش ز جای

برون آمد از در هزاران سوار
قبا و کله زر و گوهر نگار

وزیشان یکی افسر زر به فرق
ز زر و گهر اسب و زین هر دو غرق

نقیبان به کف حربه نور پاش
زده هر طرف نعره دور باش

پسر کز پدر کس نپنداشت مه
ندانست ازو هیچ مهتر فره

بپرسید ازان کش به سر افسر است
بگفتند کو شاه این کشور است

فرومانده حیران و آورد سر
به گوش پدر کای گرامی پدر

گر اینست اندازه مهتری
بود کار ما و تو لولیگری

بیا ساقی آبی چو آذر بیار
نه می بلکه کبریت احمر بیار

که بر مس ما کیمیایی کند
به نقد خرد رهنمایی کند

بیا مطرب آغاز کن زیر و بم
که کرد از دلم مرغ آرام رم

پی حلق این مرغ ناگشته رام
ز ابریشم چنگ کن حلقه دام

English translation

He said: If this is the custom of lordship, then our station is nothing but minstrel-vagabondry.

There was a peasant's son whose father in the village enjoyed the fortune of being the village headman. He had a mind full of arrogance and rank, a heart empty of any awareness of a king's majesty. One day the father packed a small bundle from the village and set his intent on going to the city. The son too set foot on the road with him, to make of the city, as of the village, a stage for showing off. When he took lodging in the expanse of the city, in every lane he gave himself to sightseeing. He saw a palace whose summit reached the star Simak, by which the very dust attained a rank up to the heavens. Its portico far loftier than Saturn's sphere, Saturn-like figures had become its gatekeepers. From the gate rose the blast of the trumpet; earth and age were shaken from their place. From the gate came forth thousands of horsemen, robes and caps ornamented with gold and jewels. And among them one with a golden crown upon his head, horse and saddle both drowned in gold and gems. The heralds with light-scattering maces in hand, crying 'Make way!' on every side. The son, who had supposed none greater than his father and had known no one more splendidly lordly than him, Asked about the one who bore the crown on his head; they said: He is the king of this realm. Struck dumb and bewildered, he brought his head to his father's ear: O honored father, If this is the measure of lordship, then your work and mine is but minstrel-vagabondry. Come, cupbearer, bring water like fire; not wine, but bring the red sulphur, That it may work alchemy upon our copper and guide us with the coin of wisdom. Come, minstrel, strike up the high and low notes, for the bird of calm has fled from my heart. To snare the throat of this bird not yet made tame, fashion from the harp's silk a noose of the trap.

Updated 2026-07-20

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