1Cademy - (۲) حکایت وزیر که پسر صاحب جمال داشت / (2) The Tale of the Vizier Who Had a Beautiful Son

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Elahi Nameh

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(۲) حکایت وزیر که پسر صاحب جمال داشت / (2) The Tale of the Vizier Who Had a Beautiful Son

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وزیری را یکی زیبا پسر بود
که ماه از مهر او زیر و زبر بود

جمالش ختم کرده دلبری را
چشیده لب زلال کوثری را

به خوبی همچو ابرو طاق بوده
به نرگس ره زن عشاق بوده

یکی صوفی ز عشقش ناتوان شد
چنان کو شد ندانم تا توان شد

نبود او را به هیچ انواع یارا
که کردی سر عشقش آشکارا

چنان همواره عشقش زار می سوخت
که سر تا پای او هموار می سوخت

چو هم دردی هم آوازی نبودش
دران اندوه هم رازی نبودش

درون دل نهان می داشت آن راز
که تا از بی دلی هم ماند زان باز

دو چشمش همچو باران گشت خونبار
که تا شد هر دو نابینا به یکبار

چو نابینائی آمد آشکارش
به هر دردی زیادت شد هزارش

به آخر راز او گشت آشکاره
جهانی خلق شد بر وی نظاره

چو تیره گشت چشم و روی زردش
به درد آمد دل خلقی ز دردش

بزرگان و امیرانی که بودند
همه در دیدنش رغبت نمودند

وزیر شاه می آمد ز راهی
پسر با او رسید آنجایگاهی

شنوده بود حال مرد عاشق
پیاده گشت در پیش خلایق

پسر را فارغ و آزاد با خویش
خوشی بنشاند اندر پیش درویش

پسر گر مردم چشم پدر بود
ولیکن کار آن عاشق دگر بود

که چشم عاشق از وی بود رفته
ولی چشم پدر کی بود رفته

وزیر نیک راضی گشت بی خشم
که چشم کور یابد مردم چشم

به نابینای عاجز گفت آنگاه
که گر چشم تو شد زین روی چون ماه

پسر اینک به پیش تو نشسته
چه می خواهی دگر ای چشم بسته

چو عاشق این سخن بشنود برجست
بزد یک نعره و افتاد از دست

نه چندان ریخت اشک آن کار دیده
که ریزد ابر با بسیار دیده

وزیرش گفت ای غافل ازین کار
پسر با تو چه می گرئی چنین زار

زبان بگشاد نابینای دلتنگ
که خون می گرید از درد دلم سنگ

که می گردید عمری در سر من
که یک دم این پسر آید بر من

کنون چون آمد این مهر وی عشاق
مرا دو چشم می باید ز آفاق

اگر جویان او زین پیش گشتم
کنون جویان چشم خویش گشتم

مرا گر چشم خویش آید پدیدار
به جان گردم جمالش را خریدار

مرا گر چشم نبود در میانه
چو خواهم کرد معشوق یگانه

اگر عالم همه معبود باشد
چو نبود چشم چه مقصود باشد

مرا پس چشم می باید نه معشوق
که پیش کور چه خالق چه مخلوق

همه عالم جمال اندر جمالست
ولیکن کور می گوید محالست

اگر بینندهٔ این راه گردی
ز بینائی خویش آگاه گردی

دلت گر پاک ازین زندان برآید
زهر جزویت صد بستان برآید

کند هر ذره خاک شورهٔ تو
مه و خورشید را مستورهٔ تو

تنت کورست و جان را چون عیان نیست
که یک یک ذره چون صاحب قرانیست

ز یک جوهر چو دو عالم برآید
زهر ذره که خواهی هم برآید

یقین می دان که هرجائی که خارست
بزیر آن بهشتی چون نگارست

ولیکن گر برون آید ز پرده
شوند آن کور چشمان زخم خورده

English translation

A vizier had a beautiful son, Over whose love the moon was turned upside down. His beauty had brought heart-stealing to perfection, His lips had tasted the limpid water of Kawthar. In beauty, he was unparalleled like his arching eyebrow, With his narcissus eyes, he was the highwayman of lovers. A Sufi grew helpless from his love, He became such that I know not how he endured. He had no strength of any kind To reveal the secret of his love. His love constantly burned him so miserably, That he burned evenly from head to toe. Since he had no companion sharing his pain or his voice, He had no confidant in that sorrow. He kept that secret hidden within his heart, Until, out of loss of heart, he was held back from it. His two eyes rained blood like clouds, Until both grew blind all at once. When his blindness became apparent, For every pain he had, a thousand more were added. Finally, his secret was exposed, A world of people became spectators to him. When his eyes went dark and his face pale, The hearts of the people ached from his pain. The elders and emirs who were present All showed a desire to see him. The king's vizier was passing by that road, And the son arrived with him at that place. He had heard of the lover's condition, So he dismounted before the people. He seated the son, carefree and unburdened, Happily before the dervish. Though the son was the pupil of his father's eye, The condition of that lover was something else entirely; For the lover's eye had been lost because of him, While the father's eye remained intact. The good vizier was pleased and unangered, That the blind man's eye might find its pupil (the son). Then he said to the helpless blind man, 'If your eyes are gone because of this moon-like face, The son is now sitting right before you, What else do you want, O closed-eyed one?' When the lover heard this, he sprang up, He let out a cry and fell out of control. That experienced sufferer shed tears beyond measure, More than a cloud with many eyes could pour. The vizier said to him, 'O heedless one! The son is with you, why do you weep so bitterly?' The distressed blind man untied his tongue: 'Stones weep blood from the pain of my heart! For a lifetime, the thought revolved in my head, That for one moment this boy would come to me. Now that this sun of lovers has come, I need two eyes from the horizons. If I was a seeker of him before this, Now I have become a seeker of my own eyes. If my own eyes were to appear to me, I would buy his beauty with my soul. If I have no eyes between us, What shall I do with the unique beloved? If the whole world were the object of worship, When there is no eye, what is the purpose? Therefore, I need an eye, not a beloved, For before the blind, what is Creator, what is creation? The whole world is beauty upon beauty, But the blind man says it is impossible. If you become a seer on this path, You will become aware of your own vision. If your heart emerges pure from this prison, From every part of you a hundred gardens will bloom. Every speck of your barren dust will make The moon and sun your veiled ones. Your body is blind, and it is not evident to the soul, That every single speck is like a lord of conjunction. Since two worlds can emerge from a single essence, They can also emerge from any speck you wish. Know for certain that wherever there is a thorn, Beneath it lies a paradise like an idol. But if it comes out from behind the veil, Those blind eyes will be wounded.'

Updated 2026-07-03

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