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حکایت طاووس / The Tale of the Peacock

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بعد از آن طاووس آمد زرنگارنقش پرش صد چه؟ بلکه صد هزار
After that came the golden peacock,
The patterns on his feathers not a hundred, but a hundred thousand.
چون عروسی جلوه کردن ساز کردهر پر او جلوه ای آغاز کرد
When like a bride he began to display himself,
Every feather of his began a manifestation.
گفت: تا نقاش غیبم نقش بستچینیان را شد قلم انگشت دست
He said: 'Since the Unseen Painter painted my pattern,
The brush became the finger of the Chinese.
گر چه من جبریل مرغانم ولیکرفت بر من از قضا کاری نه نیک
Although I am the Gabriel of the birds, yet
By fate a deed befell me that was not good.
یار شد با من به یک جا مار زشتتا بیفتادم به خواری از بهشت
The ugly snake became my companion in one place,
Until I fell in disgrace from Paradise.
چون بدل کردند خلوت جای منتخت بند پای من شد بای من
When they changed my place of seclusion,
My foot became the block for my feet.
عزم آن دارم کزین تاریک جایرهبری باشد به خلدم رهنمای
I have the resolve that from this dark place,
A guide may lead me to my eternal home.
من نه آن مردم که در سلطان رسمبس بود اینم که در دروان رسم
I am not the man to reach the King,
It is enough for me to reach the court.
کی بود سیمرغ را پروای من؟بس بود فردوس عالی جای من
When would the Simorgh have any concern for me?
The highest Paradise is enough as my place.
من ندارم در جهان کاری دگرتا بهشتم ره دهد باری دگر
I have no other business in the world,
But that He grants me passage to Paradise once more.'
هدهدش گفت: ای ز خود گم کرده راه!هر که خواهد خانه ای از پادشاه
The hoopoe said to him: 'O you who have lost the way from yourself!
Whoever wants a house from the King,
گوی نزدیکی او، این زآن به است؟خانه ای، از حضرت سلطان به است؟
Say, is His nearness not better than that?
Is a house better than the presence of the Sultan?
خانهٔ نفس است خلد پر هوسخانهٔ دل مقعد صدق است و بس
The house of the ego is the Paradise full of lust,
The house of the heart is the seat of truth and nothing else.
حضرت حق هست دریای عظیمقطرهٔ خرد است جنات النعیم
The presence of the Truth is a mighty ocean,
The Gardens of Delight are but a small drop.
قطره باشد هر که را دریا بودهر چه جز دریا بود، سودا بود
It is a drop for whoever possesses the ocean,
Whatever is besides the ocean is an illusion.
چون به دریا می توانی راه یافتسوی یک شبنم چرا باید شتافت؟
When you can find a way to the ocean,
Why should you hasten toward a dewdrop?
هر که داند گفت با خورشید رازکی تواند ماند از یک ذره باز؟
Whoever knows how to tell a secret to the sun,
How can he remain held back by a single atom?
هر که کل شد، جزو را با او چه کار؟وآن که جان شد، عضو را با او چه کار؟
Whoever became the whole, what business has he with the part?
And he who became the soul, what business has he with the member?
گر تو هستی مرد کلی، کل ببینکل طلب، کل باش، کل شو، کل گزین
If you are a man of the whole, see the whole,
Seek the whole, be the whole, become the whole, choose the whole.'

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