1Cademy - (۳) حکایت آن بیننده که از احوال مردگان خبر می‬داد / (3) The Tale of the Seer Who Gave News of the State of the Dead

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Elahi Nameh

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(۳) حکایت آن بیننده که از احوال مردگان خبر می‬داد / (3) The Tale of the Seer Who Gave News of the State of the Dead

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یکی بینندهٔ معروف بودی
که ارواحش همه مکشوف بودی

دمی گر بر سر گوری رسیدی
در آن گور آنچه می رفتی بدیدی

بزرگی امتحانی کرد خردش
بخاک عمر خیام بردش

بدو گفتا چه می بینی درین خاک
مرا آگه کن ای بینندهٔ پاک

جوابش داد آن مرد گرامی
که این مردیست اندر ناتمامی

بدان درگه که روی آورده بودست
مگر دعوی دانش کرده بودست

کنون چون گشت جهل خود عیانش
عرق می ریزد ازتشویر جانش

میان خجلت و تشویر ماندست
وزان تحصیل در تقصیر ماندست

بر آن در حلقه چون هفت آسمان زد
ز دانش لاف آنجا کی توان زد

چو نه انجام پیداست و نه آغاز
نیابد کس سر و پای جهان باز

فلک گوئیست و گر عمری شتابی
چو گویش پای و سر هرگز نیابی

که داند تا درین وادی منکر
چگونه می روم از پای تا سر

سراپای جهان صد باره گشتم
ندیدم چارهٔ بیچاره گشتم

سراپای جهان درد و دریغست
که گر وقتیت هست آن نیز تیغست

مرا این چرخ چون صندوق ساعت
ز بازیچه رها نکند بطاعت

English translation

There was a renowned seer, To whom all spirits were revealed. If he stood at a grave for a moment, He would see whatever was going on in that grave. A great man decided to test him slightly; He took him to the dust of Omar Khayyam. He said to him, 'What do you see in this earth? Inform me, O pure seer.' That revered man answered him: 'This is a man caught in incompleteness. At the court to which he had turned his face, He must have made claims of knowledge. Now that his own ignorance has become evident to him, He is sweating from the shame of his soul. He has remained amidst embarrassment and shame, And because of that learning, he is left in shortcoming. He knocked on that door like the seven heavens; How can one boast of knowledge there? Since neither the end is manifest nor the beginning, No one can find the head and foot of the world. The firmament is a ball, and though you hasten for a lifetime, Like a ball, you will never find its foot or head. Who knows, in this perilous valley, How I am walking from foot to head? I wandered from head to foot of the world a hundred times; I saw no remedy, and became helpless. The entire world is pain and regret; For if you have a moment, that too is a sword. This wheel, like the box of a clock, for me, Does not release me from playthings for obedience.'

Updated 2026-07-03

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