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دفتر پنجم - بخش ۳۳ - بیان آنک هنرها و زیرکی‌ها و مال دنیا هم‌چون پرهای طاوس عدو جانست / Book Five - Section 33 - Explaining That Talents, Cleverness, and Worldly Wealth Are, Like Peacock Feathers, the Enemies of Life

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پس هنر آمد هلاکت خام راکز پی دانه نبیند دام را
Thus talent becomes a source of ruin for the raw,
who, in pursuit of the grain, does not see the snare.
اختیار آن را نکو باشد که اومالک خود باشد اندر اتقوا
Free will is good only for him who
is master of himself in piety.
چون نباشد حفظ و تقوی زینهاردور کن آلت بینداز اختیار
When there is no self-restraint and piety, beware!
Put away the instrument, cast aside free will.
جلوه گاه و اختیارم آن پر ستبر کنم پر را که در قصد سر ست
That peacock feather is my display and free will;
I shall pluck out the feather, for it aims at my head.
نیست انگارد پر خود را صبورتا پرش در نفکند در شر و شور
The patient one deems his feathers as non-existent,
so that his feathers do not cast him into evil and turmoil.
پس زیانش نیست پر گو بر مکنگر رسد تیری به پیش آرد مجن
Thus he suffers no loss, so tell him not to pluck them out;
if an arrow comes, he will hold up a shield.
لیک بر من پر زیبا دشمنیستچونک از جلوه گری صبریم نیست
But to me, the beautiful feather is an enemy,
since I have no patience to refrain from showing off.
گر بدی صبر و حفاظم راه بربر فزودی ز اختیارم کر و فر
If patience and self-preservation were my guides,
my free will would have increased my glory and power.
هم چو طفلم یا چو مست اندر فتننیست لایق تیغ اندر دست من
I am like a child or like a drunkard amidst trials;
a sword is not fit for my hand.
گر مرا عقلی بدی و منزجرتیغ اندر دست من بودی ظفر
If I possessed a restraining intellect,
the sword in my hand would have brought victory.
عقل باید نورده چون آفتابتا زند تیغی که نبود جز صواب
The intellect must be light-giving like the sun,
to strike with the sword only in ways that are right.
چون ندارم عقل تابان و صلاحپس چرا در چاه نندازم سلاح
Since I do not possess a radiant intellect and righteousness,
why then should I not throw my weapon into the well?
در چه اندازم کنون تیغ و مجنکاین سلاح خصم من خواهد شدن
Now I cast the sword and shield into the well,
for this weapon will become my enemy's weapon.
چون ندارم زور و یاری و سندتیغم او بستاند و بر من زند
Since I have neither strength, helper, nor support,
he will seize my sword and strike me with it.
رغم این نفس وقیحه خوی راکه نپوشد رو خراشم روی را
To spite this shameless, ill-natured self (ego)
which will not cover its face, I shall scratch my face,
تا شود کم این جمال و این کمالچون نماند رو کم افتم در وبال
So that this beauty and this perfection may diminish;
when the face is gone, I will fall less into misfortune.
چون بدین نیت خراشم بزه نیستکه به زخم این روی را پوشیدنی ست
Since I scratch it with this intention, there is no sin,
for this face is to be covered by wounds.
گر دلم خوی ستیری داشتیروی خوبم جز صفا نفراشتی
If my heart possessed a chaste disposition,
my beautiful face would have spread nothing but purity.
چون ندیدم زور و فرهنگ و صلاحخصم دیدم زود بشکستم سلاح
Since I saw no strength, wisdom, or righteousness in myself,
and saw the enemy, I quickly broke my weapon,
تا نگردد تیغ من او را کمالتا نگردد خنجرم بر من وبال
Lest my sword should become his strength,
lest my dagger should become a disaster for me.
می گریزم تا رگم جنبان بودکی فرار از خویشتن آسان بود
I flee as long as a vein of mine pulses;
yet, when has fleeing from oneself ever been easy?
آنک از غیری بود او را فرارچون ازو ببرید گیرد او قرار
He whose flight is from another
will find rest when he breaks away from them.
من که خصمم هم منم اندر گریزتا ابد کار من آمد خیزخیز
But I, whose enemy is my very self in flight,
my work until eternity is to flee and run.
نه به هند ست آمن و نه در ختنآنک خصم اوست سایه خویشتن
Neither in India is he safe, nor in Khotan,
he whose enemy is his own shadow.

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