1Cademy - بخش ۵۰ - حکایت آن حکیم دریا دل ساحل گرد که غریقی را به کمند نصیحت از گرداب اندوه بیرون آورد / Section 50 - The Tale of the Wise and Benevolent Philosopher Wandering the Shore, Who Rescued a Drowning Person from the Whirlpool of Sorrow with the Lasso of Advice

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Haft Awrang

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بخش ۵۰ - حکایت آن حکیم دریا دل ساحل گرد که غریقی را به کمند نصیحت از گرداب اندوه بیرون آورد / Section 50 - The Tale of the Wise and Benevolent Philosopher Wandering the Shore, Who Rescued a Drowning Person from the Whirlpool of Sorrow with the Lasso of Advice

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زد حکیمی به لب دریا گام
تا کشد تازه شکاری در دام

آرد انداخته دامی ز نظر
ماهی حکمتی از بحر بدر

دید مردی غم گیتی در دل
کرده بر ساحل دریا منزل

سر اندوه فرو برده به خویش
ناوک آه برآورده ز کیش

گفت چندین به دل اندوه که چه
کم ز کاهی غم چون کوه که چه

داد پاسخ که ز ناسازی بخت
کار شد بر من دلسوخته سخت

نه دلی ساده ز نقش هوسم
نه رسیدن به هوس دسترسم

کیسه از زر تهی و کاسه ز لوت
مانده پشت و شکم از قوت و قوت

گفت پندار که از مال و منال
کشتیی بود تو را مالامال

بحر زد موجی و کشتی بشکست
پاره ای تخته ات افتاد به دست

شدی از هول بر آن تخته سوار
بعد یک ماه رسیدی به کنار

یا خود انگار که بودت به زمین
قاف تا قاف جهان زیر نگین

بر تو زین دایره حادثه ناک
ریخت رنجی که رسیدی به هلاک

با تو گفتند کزین غم نرهی
تا ز سر افسر شاهی ننهی

باختی ملک و ز مردن جستی
به فلاکت ز هلاکت رستی

این دم این گنج سلامت که تو راست
عمر بی رنج و غرامت که تو راست

بهتر از کشتی پر مال و زرت
خوشتر از افسر زرین به سرت

شکر گو شکر کزین دیر سپنج
جز غم و رنج نبیند گله سنج

English translation

A wise man took a step by the shore of the sea, Hoping to catch a fresh prey in his trap, Casting a watchful eye to bring A fish of wisdom out from the ocean. He saw a man with the world's grief in his heart, Who had taken up residence on the seashore. Plunged deep into his own sorrow, Drawing arrows of sighs from his quiver. He said, 'Why is there so much grief in your heart? Why are you less than a straw before a mountain-like sorrow?' He replied, 'Due to the misfortune of destiny, Matters have become very difficult for my scorched heart. Neither is my heart free from the designs of desire, Nor do I have the means to attain my desires. My purse is empty of gold, my bowl empty of food, My back and belly are left without strength or sustenance.' The wise man said, 'Imagine that of wealth and property, You had a ship laden to the brim. The ocean surged, the ship broke, And a single wooden plank fell into your hands. In terror you rode upon that plank, And after a month, you reached the shore. Or imagine that you possessed the entire earth, From Qaf to Qaf of the world under your signet ring. Then, from this hazardous celestial sphere, Such affliction poured upon you that you approached destruction. And they told you that you would not escape this grief, Unless you laid down the royal crown from your head. You gambled away your kingdom and escaped death; Through misfortune, you were saved from destruction. This very moment, this treasure of health that is yours, This life free of pain and penalty that is yours, Is better than a ship filled with your wealth and gold, And more pleasant than a golden crown upon your head. Give thanks, give thanks! For in this transient tavern, The complainer sees nothing but sorrow and pain.'

Updated 2026-07-19

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