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حکایت مادری که فرزندش در آب افتاد / The Tale of the Mother Whose Child Fell into the Water

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مادری را طفل در آب اوفتاد
جان مادر در تب و تاب اوفتاد

در تحیر طفل می زد دست و پای
آب بردش تا بناب آسیای

خواست شد در ناو مادر کان بدید
شد سوی درز آب حالی برکشید

آب از پس رفت و آن طفل عزیز
بر سر آن آب از پس رفت نیز

مادرش درجست او را برگرفت
شیردادش حالی و در برگرفت

ای ز شفقت داده مهر مادران
هست این غرقاب را ناوی گران

چون در آن گرداب حیرت اوفتیم
پیش ناو آب حسرت اوفتیم

مانده سرگردان چو آن طفل در آب
دست و پایی می زنیم از اضطراب

آن نفس ای مشفق طفلان راه
از کرم در غرقهٔ خود کن نگاه

رحمتی کن بر دل پرتاب ما
برکش از لطف و کرم در ز آب ما

شیرده ما را ز پستان کرم
برمگیر از پیش ما خوان کرم

ای ورای وصف و ادراک آمده
از صفات واصفان پاک آمده

دست کس نرسید برفتراک تو
لاجرم هستیم خاک خاک تو

خاک تو یاران پاک تو شدند
اهل عالم خاک خاک تو شدند

هرک خاکی نیست یاران ترا
دشمن است او دوست داران ترا

اولش بوبکر و آخر مرتضا
چار رکن کعبهٔ صدق و صفا

آن یکی در صدق هم راز و وزیر
و آن دگر در عدل خورشید منیر

آن یکی دریای آزرم و حیا
آن دگر شاه اولوالعلم و سخا

English translation

A mother's child fell into the water, The mother's soul fell into a fever and agitation. In bewilderment, the child was flailing hands and feet, The water carried him to the channel of the mill. He was about to enter the mill race when the mother saw it, She went to the water gate and immediately drew the water back. The water receded, and that beloved child, Upon that water, also went backward. His mother jumped in, picked him up, Gave him milk immediately, and embraced him. O You who out of compassion gave the love of mothers, There is a heavy mill race for this whirlpool. When we fall into that whirlpool of bewilderment, We fall before the mill race of the water of regret. Left wandering and bewildered like that child in the water, We flail our hands and feet out of anxiety. At that moment, O compassionate one of the children of the path, By Your grace, look upon Your drowning one. Show mercy to our agitated heart, By Your grace and bounty, pull us out of our water. Give us milk from the breast of bounty, Do not remove the table of bounty from before us. O You who have come beyond description and comprehension, Who have come pure from the attributes of describers. No one's hand has reached Your saddle-strap, Consequently, we are the dust of Your dust. Your dust became Your pure companions, The people of the world became the dust of Your dust. Whoever is not dust for Your companions Is an enemy to those who love You. First of them Abu Bakr, and last Morteza, The four pillars of the Kaaba of truth and purity. That one in truth is the confidant and minister, And the other in justice is the bright sun. That one is the ocean of modesty and shame, And the other is the king of possessors of knowledge and generosity.

Updated 2026-07-02

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