1Cademy - بخش ۲۶ - حکایت اعراض پدر حکیم از تربیت پسر لئیم / Section 26 - The Tale of the Wise Father Turning Away from Educating His Base Son

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بخش ۲۶ - حکایت اعراض پدر حکیم از تربیت پسر لئیم / Section 26 - The Tale of the Wise Father Turning Away from Educating His Base Son

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به یونان حکیمی فلاطون محل
که در علم حکمت نبودش بدل

ز گیتی یکی سفله فرزند داشت
که با مردم سفله پیوند داشت

نمی زد به راه پدر نیم گام
بدر بود از آیین حکمت تمام

ز حرف ادب دور انگشت او
ز نقد مروت تهی مشت او

ز اقبال او عار همخانه را
ز ادبار او بار بیگانه را

حریفان ازو رنجه در میکده
به مستان قوی پنجه در عربده

ز خوی بدش مادر آمد به تنگ
به پیش پدر کوفت بر سینه سنگ

که ای پیر تعلیم فرزانگان
ز خوی نکو خویش بیگانگان

یکی جزو از دفتر عقل کل
فروغ ضمیرت چراغ سبل

به شاگردیت عقل فعال شاد
کمالاتش از عقل تو مستفاد

ز فکر تو حل مشکل هندسی
محرر براهین اقلیدسی

مؤدب به تأدیب تو خاکیان
مباهی به آدابت افلاکیان

به تو هست فرزندت از جمله پیش
بدو هست پیوندت از جمله بیش

به تعلیم آداب او لب گشای
ز لوح دلش حرف علت زدای

نیند از تو بیرونیان بی نصیب
چرا جزو خود را نباشی ادیب

بگفتا گل او ز کان من است
ولی جان او نی ز جان من است

چو جانش نباشد ز من بهره ناک
چه سودش کند نسبت آب و خاک

بیا ساقیا در ده آن جام خاص
که سازد مرا یکدم از من خلاص

ببرد ز من نسبت آب و گل
به ارواح قدسم کند متصل

بیا مطربا در نی افکن خروش
که باشد خروشش پیام سروش

کشد شایدم جذبه آن پیام
ازین دون نشیمن به عالی مقام

English translation

In Greece there was a sage of Plato's rank, who in the science of wisdom had no peer. Of the world he had one base-born son, who was bound in company with base folk. He would not walk half a step in his father's path; he was wholly estranged from the way of wisdom. His finger was far from the letter of good manners, his fist was empty of the coin of chivalry. His fortune was a shame to his housemates, his misfortune was a burden upon strangers. Companions were vexed by him in the tavern, fierce-fisted in brawling with the drunkards. From his ill nature the mother grew distressed, and before the father she beat a stone upon her breast, saying: 'O elder, teacher of the wise, who tutors strangers in fine character, you are one part from the ledger of the Universal Intellect, the radiance of your mind is a lamp for the roads. The Active Intellect rejoices in your discipleship, its perfections are drawn from your intellect. By your thought the geometric problem is solved, you are the scribe of Euclid's proofs. The earthbound are made courteous by your instruction, the celestials take pride in your good manners. Yet your son is, of all, foremost with you, and your bond with him is, of all, the greatest. Open your lips to teach him good manners, wipe the letter of fault from the tablet of his heart. Outsiders are not left without a share of you— why would you not make your own part refined?' He said: 'His clay is indeed from my mine, but his soul is not of my soul. Since his soul has no portion of me, what use to him is the tie of water and earth? Come, cupbearer, pour that special cup that may free me for one moment from myself, that may carry off from me the tie of water and clay, and join me to the sanctified spirits. Come, minstrel, cast a cry into the reed, for its cry is the message of the angel Surush. Perhaps the pull of that message will draw me from this base dwelling to an exalted station.'

Updated 2026-07-20

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