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دفتر چهارم - بخش ۶ - قصهٔ آن صوفی کی زن خود را بیگانه‌ای بگرفت / Book Four – Section 6 – The Story of the Sufi Whose Wife Took a Stranger to Herself

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صوفیی آمد به سوی خانه روزخانه یک در بود و زن با کفش دوز
A Sufi came toward his house by day;
the house had one door, and his wife was with a cobbler.
جفت گشته با رهی خویش زناندر آن یک حجره از وسواس تن
The wife had coupled with her own servant
in that single chamber, driven by the temptation of the flesh.
چون بزد صوفی به جد در چاشتگاههر دو درماندند نه حیلت نه راه
When the Sufi knocked earnestly at mid-morning,
both were confounded — neither trick nor way out.
هیچ معهودش نبد کو آن زمانسوی خانه باز گردد از دکان
It had never been his custom at that hour
to return home from the shop.
قاصدا آن روز بی وقت آن مروعاز خیالی کرد تا خانه رجوع
Purposely that day, at an unaccustomed hour, that alarmed man
returned home on account of a certain premonition.
اعتماد زن بر آن کو هیچ باراین زمان فا خانه نامد او ز کار
The wife's confidence rested on the belief that never
at this hour would he come home from work.
آن قیاسش راست نامد از قضاگرچه ستارست هم بدهد سزا
That reckoning of hers was not borne out by fate;
for though God is the Concealer, He gives punishment too.
چونک بد کردی بترس آمن مباشزانک تخمست و برویاند خداش
When you have done evil, fear — do not feel secure,
for it is a seed, and God will make it grow.
چند گاهی او بپوشاند که تاآیدت زان بد پشیمان و حیا
For a while He conceals it, so that
repentance and shame may come to you from that evil.
عهد عمر آن امیر مؤمنانداد دزدی را به جلاد و عوان
In the time of 'Umar, that Commander of the Faithful,
a thief was handed over to the executioner and the constables.
بانگ زد آن دزد کای میر دیاراولین بارست جرمم زینهار
The thief cried out: "O lord of the realm,
this is the first time I have committed this offense — spare me!"
گفت عمر حاش لله که خدابار اول قهر بارد در جزا
'Umar said: "God forbid! For God
does not pour down wrath in punishment the very first time.
بارها پوشد پی اظهار فضلباز گیرد از پی اظهار عدل
Many times He conceals, to manifest His grace;
then He seizes, to manifest His justice —
تا که این هر دو صفت ظاهر شودآن مبشر گردد این منذر شود
so that both these attributes may become manifest:
the one becomes a bearer of glad tidings, the other a warner."
بارها زن نیز این بد کرده بودسهل بگذشت آن و سهلش می نمود
The wife too had done this evil many times before;
it had passed easily, and easy it seemed to her.
آن نمی دانست عقل پای سستکه سبو دایم ز جو ناید درست
That feeble-footed reason did not know
that the pitcher does not always come unbroken from the stream.
آنچنانش تنگ آورد آن قضاکه منافق را کند مرگ فجا
Fate pressed her into such straits
as sudden death presses the hypocrite —
نه طریق و نه رفیق و نه اماندست کرده آن فرشته سوی جان
no path, no companion, no safety,
the angel's hand already reaching toward the soul.
آنچنان کین زن در آن حجره جفاخشک شد او و حریفش ز ابتلا
Just so, this woman in that chamber of wrongdoing —
she and her partner were frozen by the tribulation.
گفت صوفی با دل خود کای دو گبراز شما کینه کشم لیکن به صبر
The Sufi said to himself: "O you two infidels,
I will take my vengeance upon you — but with patience.
لیک نادانسته آرم این نفستا که هر گوشی ننوشد این جرس
Yet I will carry it out secretly,
so that every ear may not hear this bell.
از شما پنهان کشد کینه محقاندک اندک هم چو بیماری دق
The rightful one draws his vengeance from you in secret,
little by little, like the wasting disease of consumption.
مرد دق باشد چو یخ هر لحظه کملیک پندارد بهر دم بهترم
The consumptive man diminishes like ice at every moment,
yet thinks at every breath: 'I am getting better.'
هم چو کفتاری که می گیرندش و اوغرهٔ آن گفت کین کفتار کو
Like a hyena being seized while it
is beguiled by the saying: 'Where is this hyena?'"
هیچ پنهان خانه آن زن را نبودسمج و دهلیز و ره بالا نبود
The woman had no hiding place whatsoever —
no cellar, no vestibule, no way to the upper floor.
نه تنوری که در آن پنهان شودنه جوالی که حجاب آن شود
No oven in which to hide,
no sack to serve as cover.
هم چو عرصهٔ پهن روز رستخیزنه گو و نه پشته نه جای گریز
Like the broad plain of the Day of Resurrection —
no pit, no mound, no place of escape.
گفت یزدان وصف این جای حرجبهر محشر لا تری فیها عوج
God described this place of distress
for the Gathering: "You will see no crookedness in it."

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