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دفتر چهارم - بخش ۶۳ - تفسیر اوجس فی نفسه خیفة موسی قلنا لا تخف انک انت الاعلی / Book Four - Section 63 - Commentary on 'Moses conceived a fear within himself. We said, Fear not, indeed you are the uppermost'

متن و ترجمه / Text and Translation

گفت موسی سحر هم حیران کنیستچون کنم کین خلق را تمییز نیست
Moses said: "Magic too is bewildering —
How can I act, since these people lack discernment?"
گفت حق تمییز را پیدا کنمعقل بی تمییز را بینا کنم
God said: "I shall make discernment manifest;
I shall make the discernment-less intellect sighted.
گرچه چون دریا برآوردند کفموسیا تو غالب آیی لا تخف
Though like the sea they have raised up foam,
O Moses, you shall prevail — lā takhaf."
بود اندر عهد خود سحر افتخارچون عصا شد مار آنها گشت عار
Magic held pride within its own domain;
When the staff became a serpent, theirs became shame.
هر کسی را دعوی حسن و نمکسنگ مرگ آمد نمکها را محک
Everyone lays claim to beauty and savor —
The stone of death arrives as the touchstone for savors.
سحر رفت و معجزهٔ موسی گذشتهر دو را از بام بود افتاد طشت
Magic departed and Moses's miracle passed;
For both, the basin had fallen from the rooftop.
بانگ طشت سحر جز لعنت چه ماندبانگ طشت دین به جز رفعت چه ماند
From the basin's clatter of magic, what remains but curse?
From the basin's clatter of religion, what remains but glory?
چون محک پنهان شدست از مرد و زندر صف آ ای قلب و اکنون لاف زن
Since the touchstone is hidden from man and woman,
Enter the ranks, O counterfeit coin, and boast now!
وقت لافستت محک چون غایبستمی برندت از عزیزی دست دست
It is your time to boast, since the touchstone is absent;
They pass you from hand to hand with honor.
قلب می گوید ز نخوت هر دممای زر خالص من از تو کی کمم
The counterfeit coin says with arrogance at every moment:
"O pure gold, when am I less than you?"
زر همی گوید بلی ای خواجه تاشلیک می آید محک آماده باش
The gold replies: "Indeed, O fellow-slave —
But the touchstone is coming; be prepared."
مرگ تن هدیه ست بر اصحاب راززر خالص را چه نقصانست گاز
Death of the body is a gift to the people of mystery;
What loss to pure gold is the touchstone's bite?
قلب اگر در خویش آخربین بدیآن سیه که آخر شد او اول شدی
If the counterfeit coin had farsight within itself,
That blackness which came at the end would have come first.
چون شدی اول سیه اندر لقادور بودی از نفاق و از شقا
Had it first become black in countenance,
It would have been far from hypocrisy (nifāq) and wretchedness.
کیمیای فضل را طالب بدیعقل او بر زرق او غالب بدی
It would have sought the alchemy of grace,
Its intellect would have prevailed over its fraud.
چون شکسته دل شدی از حال خویشجابر اشکستگان دیدی به پیش
Had it grown broken-hearted over its own condition,
It would have seen before it the Mender of the broken.
عاقبت را دید و او اشکسته شداز شکسته بند در دم بسته شد
It saw the end and became broken;
In that very breath it was bound by the Mender of the broken.
فضل مسها را سوی اکسیر راندآن زراندود از کرم محروم ماند
Grace drove the copper pieces toward the elixir;
The gold-plated one remained deprived of generosity.
ای زراندوده مکن دعوی ببینکه نماند مشتریت اعمی چنین
O gold-plated one, make no claim — look!
Your buyer will not remain blind like this forever.
نور محشر چشمشان بینا کندچشم بندی ترا رسوا کند
The light of the Resurrection will make their eyes seeing;
Your eye-binding will expose you to shame.
بنگر آنها را که آخر دیده اندحسرت جانها و رشک دیده اند
Look at those who have seen the end —
They have become the longing of souls and the object of envy.
بنگر آنها را که حالی دیده اندسر فاسد ز اصل سر ببریده اند
Look at those who see with the vision of the present state —
They have severed the corrupt head from the true root.
پیش حالی بین که در جهلست و شکصبح صادق صبح کاذب هر دو یک
Before a present-seer who dwells in ignorance and doubt,
The true dawn (ṣubḥ-i ṣādiq) and the false dawn (ṣubḥ-i kādhib) appear as one.
صبح کاذب صد هزاران کاروانداد بر باد هلاکت ای جوان
The false dawn has given hundreds of thousands of caravans
To the wind of destruction, O young man.
نیست نقدی کش غلط انداز نیستوای آن جان کش محک و گاز نیست
There is no coin for which there is no counterfeit —
Woe to that soul which has no touchstone and no bite.

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