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دفتر اول - بخش ۸۴ - قصهٔ بازرگان کی طوطی محبوس او، او را پیغام داد به طوطیان هندوستان هنگام رفتن به تجارت / Book One - Section 84 - The Tale of the Merchant Whose Imprisoned Parrot Gave Him a Message for the Parrots of India When He Was Going on a Trading Journey

متن و ترجمه / Text and Translation

بود بازرگان و او را طوطییدر قفس محبوس زیبا طوطیی
There was a merchant and he had a parrot,
A beautiful parrot imprisoned in a cage.
چونک بازرگان سفر را ساز کردسوی هندستان شدن آغاز کرد
When the merchant made preparations for travel,
He began his journey to Hindustan.
هر غلام و هر کنیزک را ز جودگفت بهر تو چه آرم گوی زود
To every male slave and every female slave, out of generosity,
He said, "Tell me quickly, what shall I bring for you?"
هر یکی از وی مرادی خواست کردجمله را وعده بداد آن نیک مرد
Each one of them asked a desire of him;
That good man made a promise to all.
گفت طوطی را چه خواهی ارمغانکارمت از خطهٔ هندوستان
He said to the parrot, "What souvenir do you want
That I may bring you from the realm of Hindustan?"
گفتش آن طوطی که آنجا طوطیانچون ببینی کن ز حال من بیان
That parrot said to him, "When you see the parrots there,
Give an account of my condition.
کان فلان طوطی که مشتاق شماستاز قضای آسمان در حبس ماست
Saying, 'That certain parrot who is longing for you
By the decree of heaven is in our imprisonment.
بر شما کرد او سلام و داد خواستوز شما چاره و ره ارشاد خواست
He sends you greetings and asks for justice,
And asks you for a remedy and the path of guidance.
گفت می شاید که من در اشتیاقجان دهم اینجا بمیرم در فراق
He said, "Is it fitting that I, in yearning,
Should give up my soul here and die in separation?
این روا باشد که من در بند سختگه شما بر سبزه گاهی بر درخت
Is this permissible that I should be in hard bonds,
While sometimes you are on the green grass, sometimes on the tree?
این چنین باشد وفای دوستانمن درین حبس و شما در گلستان
Is this the loyalty of friends?
I in this prison and you in the rose-garden!
یاد آرید ای مهان زین مرغ زاریک صبوحی در میان مرغزار
Bring to mind, O great ones, this wretched bird,
During a morning drink amidst the meadow!
یاد یاران یار را میمون بودخاصه کان لیلی و این مجنون بود
The memory of friends is auspicious for a friend,
Especially when that one is Layla and this one Majnun.
ای حریفان بت موزون خودمن قدحها می خورم پر خون خود
O companions of your own rhythmic idol,
I drink goblets full of my own blood.
یک قدح می نوش کن بر یاد منگر نمی خواهی که بدهی داد من
Drink one goblet of wine in memory of me,
If you do not wish to give me my due.
یا به یاد این فتادهٔ خاک بیزچونک خوردی جرعه ای بر خاک ریز
Or, in memory of this one fallen and sifting dust,
When you have drunk, pour a draught on the dust."
ای عجب آن عهد و آن سوگند کووعده های آن لب چون قند کو
Oh wonder! Where is that covenant and that oath?
Where are the promises of those sugar-like lips?
گر فراق بنده از بدبندگی ستچون تو با بد، بد کنی پس فرق چیست؟
If the separation of the slave is due to his bad service,
If you do bad to the bad, then what is the difference?
ای بدی که تو کنی در خشم و جنگبا طرب تر از سماع و بانگ چنگ
O the bad that you do in anger and war,
Is more joyous than music and the sound of the harp.
ای جفای تو ز دولت خوب ترو انتقام تو ز جان محبوب تر
O your cruelty is better than fortune,
And your vengeance is more beloved than the soul.
نار تو اینست نورت چون بودماتم این، تا خود که سورت چون بود
This is your fire, what then will your light be?
This is the mourning, what then will your festivity be?
از حلاوتها که دارد جور تووز لطافت کس نیابد غور تو
From the sweetnesses that your oppression has,
And from your subtlety, no one can find your depths.
نالم و ترسم که او باور کندوز کرم آن جور را کمتر کند
I complain, and I fear that He will believe it,
And out of grace, make that oppression less.
عاشقم بر قهر و بر لطفش بجدبوالعجب من عاشق این هر دو ضد
I am a lover of His wrath and His grace in earnest,
Wondrous! I am a lover of these two opposites.
والله ار زین خار در بستان شومهمچو بلبل زین سبب نالان شوم
By Allah, if from this thorn I go into the garden,
I will become lamenting for this reason like a nightingale.
این عجب بلبل که بگشاید دهانتا خورد او خار را با گلستان
This is a wondrous nightingale that opens its mouth,
To eat the thorn along with the rose-garden.
این چه بلبل این نهنگ آتشیستجمله ناخوشها ز عشق او را خوشیست
What nightingale is this? This is a fire-breathing leviathan!
All unpleasant things are pleasant to him through Love.
عاشق کلست و خود کلست اوعاشق خویشست و عشق خویش جو
He is a lover of the Whole, and he himself is the Whole;
He is a lover of himself, and seeking his own love."

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