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(۷) حکایت شیخ بایزید و آن قلّاش که او را حدّ می‬زدند / (7) The Tale of Sheikh Bayazid and the Scoundrel Who Was Being Flogged

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بکاری بایزید عالم افروز
بصرافان گذر می کرد یک روز

یکی قلاش را در پیش ره دید
ز سر تا پای او غرق گنه دید

چنان می زد کسی حدش بغایت
که خون می ریخت بی حد و نهایت

دران سختی نمی کرد آه قلاش
که می خندید و پس می گفت ای کاش

که دایم همچنینم می زدندی
به تیغ آتشینم می زدندی

چنان زان رند شیخ دین عجب ماند
که در آن جایگه تا وقت شب ماند

چو آخر حد او آمد بانجام
ازو پرسید پنهان پیر بسطام

که چندین زخم خورده خون برفته
تو چون گل مانده خندان و شکفته

نه آهی کرده نه اشکی فشانده
منم در کار تو حیران بمانده

مرا آگاه کن تا سر این چیست
که در محنت توان خوش خوش چنین زیست

چنین گفت آن زمان قلاش مهجور
که بود ای شیخ معشوق من از دور

ستاده بود جائی بر کناره
نبودش هیچ کاری جز نظاره

چو من می دیدمش استاده در راه
نبودم آن زمان از درد آگاه

مرا آن لحظه گر صد زخم بودی
بچشمم چشم زخمی کی نمودی

ستاده بهر من معشوق بر پای
چگونه من نباشم پای بر جای

چو بشنود این سخن مرد یگانه
ز چشمش گشت سیل خون روانه

بدل می گفت ای پیر سیه روز
ازین قلاش راه دین بیاموز

همه کار تو در دین باژگونه ست
ببین تا خود تو چونی او چگونه ست

ترا زین رند دین می باید آموخت
گر آموزی چنین می باید آموخت

بسی باشد که در دین اهل تسلیم
ز کمتر بندهٔ گیرند تعلیم

English translation

Bayazid, the world-illuminating, for some business, Was passing through the money-changers' bazaar one day. He saw a scoundrel on the path ahead, He saw him drowned in sin from head to toe. Someone was flogging him so severely, That blood was spilling without limit or end. In that hardship, the scoundrel did not sigh, Rather he was laughing, and then saying, 'Oh, I wish that they would always beat me like this, that they would strike me with a fiery sword.' The sheikh of religion was so amazed by that rogue, That he stayed in that place until nightfall. When his flogging finally came to an end, The old man of Bastam secretly asked him: 'Having suffered so many blows and lost so much blood, You have remained laughing and blooming like a flower. You did not utter a sigh, nor shed a tear, I am left bewildered by your affair. Make me aware, what is the secret of this, That in affliction one can live so happily?' The forsaken scoundrel said at that time, 'O Sheikh, my beloved was from afar, Standing somewhere on the side, Having no business but to watch. As I saw her standing on the path, I was unaware of pain at that time. If I had a hundred wounds at that moment, How could it appear as an injury to my eyes? My beloved is standing on her feet for me, How could I not be firm on my feet?' When the unique man heard these words, A flood of blood flowed from his eyes. He said in his heart, 'O ill-fated old man, Learn the path of religion from this scoundrel! All your affairs in religion are upside down, See for yourself how you are and how he is! You must learn religion from this rogue, If you learn, you must learn like this. It often happens that in religion, people of submission Receive instruction from the lowliest servant.'

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