Poem

حکایت چوب خوردن بلال / The Tale of Bilal Being Beaten

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خورد بر یک جایگه روزی بلال
بر تن باریک صد چوب و دوال

خون روان شد زو ز چوب بی عدد
هم چنان می گفت احد می گفت احد

گر شود در پای خاری ناگهت
حب و بغض کس نماند در رهت

آنک او در دست خاری مبتلاست
زو تصرف در چنان قومی خطاست

چون چنان بودند ایشان تو چنین
چند خواهی بود حیران تو چنین

از زفافت بت پرستان رسته اند
وز زبان تو صحابه خسته اند

در فضولی می کنی دیوان سیاه
گوی بردی گر زفان داری نگاه

English translation

Bilal once received in a certain place one day, A hundred sticks and lashes upon his slender body. Blood flowed from him from the countless strikes, Yet he still said 'One', he said 'One'. If a thorn should suddenly pierce your foot, No love or hatred for anyone remains in your path. He who is afflicted by a thorn in his hand, Taking action among such a people is a mistake for him. Since they were like that and you are like this, How long will you remain bewildered like this? From your weddings, idolaters have escaped, And from your tongue, the Companions are weary. In meddling, you make the registers black; You would win the prize if you guarded your tongue.

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Updated 2026-07-02

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