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Elahi Nameh

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(۱۰) حکایت سنجر که پیش رکن الدین اکّاف رفت / (10) The Tale of Sanjar Who Went Before Rukn al-Din Akkaf

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مگر شد سنجر پاکیزه اوصاف
بخلوة پیش رکن الدین اکاف

زبان بگشاد شیخ و گفت آنگاه
کزین شاهی نیاید ننگت ای شاه؟

که هرگز پیر زالی پر نیازی
نسازد خویشتن را پی پیازی

که تا زان پی پیاز آن زن زال
بنستانی تو چیزی در همه حال

شهش گفتا که شیخا من ندانم
که چون از پی پیازی می ستانم

چنین گفت او که زالی ناتوانی
بخون دل بریسید ریسمانی

چو بفروشد باندک سیم ای شاه
خرد پیه و پیاز و هیزم آنگاه

هم از بازار تره می ستانی
هم از هیزم هم پی، می ندانی؟

ز یک یک بز مواشی می بخواهی
گدائی به بسی زین پادشاهی

شه آفاق نقد خویشتن یافت
ز کوة از پی پیاز پیرزن یافت

دل سنجر ازان تشویر خون شد
ببخشید از سر ناز و برون شد

گدا در راه او چون پادشاهست
شه دنیا گدای خاک راهست

گدای راه او با هیچ در دست
بدان ماند که در دستش همه هست

شهی کورا هزاران گنج کم نیست
بدان ماند که نقدش یک درم نیست

درین ره سیم و زر حرمت ندارد
که حرمت جز قوی همت ندارد

برای یک درم درمانده باشد
ولی دست ازجهان افشانده باشد

English translation

It happened that Sanjar of pure qualities Went in private before Rukn al-Din Akkaf The Sheikh opened his tongue and then said: 'O King, are you not ashamed of this kingship? That never does an old woman full of need Prepare for herself tallow and an onion, So that from that tallow and onion of that old woman You do not take something in every case.' His King said to him, 'O Sheikh, I do not know How I take from the tallow and onion.' Thus he said, 'A feeble old woman With the heart's blood spins a thread. When she sells it for a little silver, O King, She then buys tallow, an onion, and firewood. You take from the vegetable market, As well as from the firewood and the tallow, do you not know? You demand a tax on livestock from every single goat, Beggary is much better than this kingship.' The King of the horizons found his own coin From the tax on the old woman's tallow and onion. Sanjar's heart bled from that reproach, He gave up his pride and went out. A beggar on His path is like a king, The king of the world is a beggar of the dust of the path. The beggar on His path with nothing in hand, Is like one who has everything in his hand. A king for whom thousands of treasures are not lacking, Is like one whose cash is not a single dirham. On this path, silver and gold have no honor, For honor belongs to none but the one of strong resolve. He may be helpless for a single dirham, But he has shaken his hands of the world.

Updated 2026-07-03

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