1Cademy - بخش ۴۶ - مقاله سیزدهم در مخاطبه سلاطین که اگر بر دیگران می تابند آسمان عدل را چشمه آفتابند و اگر همه گرد خود می گردند طوفان ظلم را گرداب / Section 46 - The Thirteenth Discourse on Addressing Sovereigns: That if they shine upon others, they are the fountain of the sun for the heaven of justice, and if they only revolve around themselves, they are a whirlpool for the tempest of oppression

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بخش ۴۶ - مقاله سیزدهم در مخاطبه سلاطین که اگر بر دیگران می تابند آسمان عدل را چشمه آفتابند و اگر همه گرد خود می گردند طوفان ظلم را گرداب / Section 46 - The Thirteenth Discourse on Addressing Sovereigns: That if they shine upon others, they are the fountain of the sun for the heaven of justice, and if they only revolve around themselves, they are a whirlpool for the tempest of oppression

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ای به سرت افسر فرماندهی
افسرت از گوهر احسان تهی

زیور سر افسر ازان گوهر است
خالی ازان مایه درد سر است

گرد میان تو مرصع کمر
مهره و مار آمده با یکدگر

لیک نه آن مهره که روز شمار
نفع رساند به تو ز آسیب مار

تخت زرت آتش و گوهر در او
هست درخشنده چو اخگر در او

شعله به جان در زده آن آتشت
لیک ز بس بیخودی آید خوشت

چون به خود آیی ز شراب غرور
آورد آن سوختگی بر تو زور

هر دمت از درد دو صد قطره خون
از بن هر موی تراود برون

سود سر ایوان تو را بر سپهر
شمسه آن گشت معارض به مهر

قصر تو چون کاخ فلک سر بلند
حادثه را قاصر از آنجا کمند

حارس و بواب تو بر بد سگال
بسته پی حفظ تو راه خیال

لیک نیارند به مکر و حیل
بستن آن رخنه که آید اجل

زود بود کاید اجل از کمین
شیشه عمر تو زند بر زمین

نقد حیات تو به غارت برد
خصم تو را بخت بشارت برد

کنگر کاخ تو به خاک افکند
طاق بلندت به مغاک افکند

افسرت از فرق فتد زیر پای
پایه تخت تو بلغزد ز جای

روزی ازین واقعه اندیشه کن
قاعده دادگری پیشه کن

ظلم تو را بیخ چو محکم کند
ظلم تو ظلم همه عالم بود

خواجه به خانه چون بود دف سرای
اهل سرایش همه کوبند پای

شهری از آشوب تو غارت شود
تات یکی خانه عمارت شود

کاش کنی ترک عمارتگری
تا نکشد کار به غارتگری

باغی از آسیب تو گردد تلف
تات درآید ته سیبی به کف

به که ازان سیب شکیبت بود
ور نه به هر سیب حسیبت بود

میوه و مرغ سر خوانت مقیم
از حرم بیوه و باغ یتیم

مطبخیت هیمه ز خوی درشت
می کشد از پشته هر کوژپشت

باز تو را میر شکاران به فن
طعمه ده از جوژه هر پیرزن

بارگی خاص تو را هر پسین
کاه و جو از توبره خوشه چین

گوش کنیزان تو را داده بهر
از زر دریوزه گدایان شهر

چند کنی ظلم به هر بوم و مرز
چند گهی رسم و ره عدل ورز

بین که ازین هر دو کدام است به
هر چند نه به بر رخ آن دست نه

ظلم نهد دام سراب غرور
عدل دهد جام شراب سرور

هان که جگر سوخته و دل کباب
باز نمانی به سراب از شراب

شهر و ده آباد به عدل است و بس
طبع جهان شاد به عدل است و بس

تو چو شبانی و رعیت همه
در کنف رحمت تو چون رمه

وای شبانی که کند کار گرگ
همچو سگ زرد شود یار گرگ

بره کند باز ز پستان میش
تا دردش گرگ به دندان خویش

عدل تو گر فیض رسانی کند
بر رمه ها گرگ شبانی کند

پنجه کند شانه به دشت و دره
شانه زند گردن و پشت بره

English translation

O you who have the crown of leadership upon your head, Your crown is empty of the jewel of beneficence. The ornament of the head's crown is from that jewel; Empty of that, it is merely a cause of headache. Around your waist is a jewel-encrusted belt, Like a snake and its bead come together. Yet it is not that bead which on the Day of Reckoning Will bring you benefit against the harm of the snake. Your golden throne is a fire, and the gems within it Are shining like embers in it. That fire of yours has set a flame to your soul, But out of sheer self-forgetfulness, you enjoy it. When you sober up from the wine of pride, That burning will exert its force upon you. Every moment, from pain, two hundred drops of blood Will seep out from the root of every hair of yours. The top of your palace's portico touched the sky, Its ornamental sun became a rival to the sun itself. Your palace is high-headed like the palace of heaven, So that the lasso of misfortune cannot reach there. Your guard and gatekeeper, against the ill-wisher, Have blocked even the path of imagination to protect you. Yet they cannot, by guile and tricks, Close that breach through which death enters. Soon death will emerge from ambush, And dash the glass of your life upon the ground. It will carry away the cash of your life as plunder, And fortune will bring glad tidings to your enemy. It will throw the battlements of your palace to the dust, And cast your high arch into the abyss. Your crown will fall from your head underfoot, And the base of your throne will slip from its place. One day, contemplate this event; Adopt the rule of justice. When your oppression strengthens its root, Your oppression becomes the oppression of the entire world. When the master of the house is playing the tambourine, All the members of his household stamp their feet. A whole city is plundered by your turmoil, Just so a single house of yours may be built. Would that you abandon building-making, So that the matter does not lead to plundering. A garden is destroyed by your harm, Just so a single apple may fall into your hand. It is better that you have patience without that apple, Otherwise, for every single apple, you will have an accountant. The fruits and birds perpetually on your dining table Are from the sanctuary of the widow and the garden of the orphan. Your cook, with a harsh disposition, Draws firewood from the back of every hunchback. Again, your master of the hunt, with skill, Feeds your falcon with the chick of every old woman. For your private steed, every evening, Straw and barley are taken from the bag of the gleaner. The ears of your female servants are adorned With gold from the begging of the city's beggars. How long will you commit oppression in every land and territory? For once, practice the way and path of justice. See which of these two is better; Though it is not good, do not touch that hand. Oppression sets the trap of the mirage of pride, Justice gives the cup of the wine of joy. Beware, O you with a burnt liver and roasted heart, Lest you remain holding the mirage instead of the wine. Town and village are prosperous through justice alone, And the nature of the world is happy through justice alone. You are like a shepherd, and the subjects are all, Under the protection of your mercy, like a flock. Woe to a shepherd who acts like a wolf, And becomes the companion of the wolf, like a yellow dog! He separates the lamb from the ewe's teat, So that the wolf may tear it with its own teeth. If your justice spreads its bounty, The wolf will act as a shepherd to the flocks. Its claws will become a comb in the desert and valley, Combing the neck and back of the lamb.

Updated 2026-07-19

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