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Elahi Nameh

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(۷) حکایت آن پیر که دختر جوان خواست / (7) The Tale of the Old Man Who Wanted a Young Girl

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مگر پیری یکی دختر جوان خواست
نیامد کار این با کار آن راست

به خود می خواندش بهر بوسه آن پیر
نمی آمیخت با او چون می و شیر

رفیقی داشت پیر سال خورده
بدو گفت ای بسی تیمار برده

بگو تا حال تو با زن چه گونه ست
تو پیر و او جوان ، این باژگونه ست

چنین گفت او که گمراهم من از وی
که هر ساعت که بوسی خواهم از وی

مرا گوید ندارم موی تو دوست
که پنبه در دهان مرده نیکوست

چو تو در بوسه آیی هر زمانم
نهی چون پنبه موی اندر دهانم

برو پنبه خوشی از گوش برکش
که پنبه گرد موی تو ترا خوش

مگر پنبه ز گوشت برکشیدی
که موی خویش همچون پنبه دیدی

ازان پشتت به پیری چون کمان شد
که چون تیر از گناهت سرگران شد

ز حق پیش از اجل بیداری یی خواه
چو مست غفلتی هشیاری یی خواه

برافشان هرچه داری همچو مردان
چه سازی چون زنان با چرخ گردان ؟

اگر داری گل اندر سر چه شویی
سرت در گل نخواهد ریخت گویی؟

حجابت از تن ویرانه بردار
طبق پوش از طبق مردانه بردار

که تا ویرانه جای شرک و علت
شود معمورهٔ دین، اینت دولت

اگر در شرک میری ، وای بر تو
که خون گریند سر تا پای بر تو

کسی عمری در ایمان ره سپرده
در آخر، چون بود، کافر بمرده ؟

English translation

An old man sought a young girl, But his affair and hers did not harmonize. The old man would call her to himself for a kiss, But she would not mix with him like wine and milk. He had a friend, an aged senior, Who said to him: 'O you who have borne much grief, Tell me, how is your situation with your wife? You are old and she is young; this is inverted!' He replied: 'I am lost because of her, For every hour that I desire a kiss from her, She says to me: "I do not like your hair, For cotton is only good in the mouth of a corpse. When you come to kiss me at any moment, You place hair like cotton in my mouth. Go, pull the cotton gently from your ears, For cotton around your hair is pleasant enough for you." Perhaps you pulled the cotton from your ears, That you saw your own hair like cotton! Therefore, your back became bent like a bow in old age, Because it became heavy-headed from your sins like an arrow. Seek awakening from the Truth (God) before your death; Since you are drunk with negligence, seek sobriety. Cast away all that you possess like brave men; Why do you negotiate with the turning wheel of heaven like women? If you have clay on your head, why wash it? Will your head not be cast into the clay eventually? Remove the veil from this ruined body; Lift the cover from the tray in a manly way, So that this ruin, a place of polytheism and illness, May become the populated abode of faith—this is true fortune. If you die in polytheism, woe unto you, For they will weep tears of blood over you from head to toe. Could one who has traveled the path of faith for a lifetime, In the end, die an infidel?'

Updated 2026-07-03

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