1Cademy - دفتر چهارم - بخش ۴۶ - باز آمدن آن شاعر بعد چند سال به امید همان صله و هزار دینار فرمودن بر قاعدهٔ خویش و گفتن وزیر نو هم حسن نام شاه را کی این سخت بسیارست و ما را خرجهاست و خزینه خالیست و من او را بده یک آن خشنود کنم / Book Four - Section 46 - The Return of That Poet After Several Years in Hope of the Same Reward, and the Ordering of a Thousand Dinars According to His Custom, and the New Vizier-Also Named Hasan-Saying to the King: This Is Far Too Much, We Have Expenses, the Treasury Is Empty, a

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مثنوی معنوی: دفتر چهارم / Masnavi: Book Four
دفتر چهارم - بخش ۴۵ - قصهٔ شاعر و صله دادن شاه و مضاعف کردن آن وزیر بوالحسن نام / Book Four - Section 45 - The Tale of the Poet and the King Giving a Reward and Its Doubling by the Vizier Named Abu'l-Hasan

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دفتر چهارم - بخش ۴۶ - باز آمدن آن شاعر بعد چند سال به امید همان صله و هزار دینار فرمودن بر قاعدهٔ خویش و گفتن وزیر نو هم حسن نام شاه را کی این سخت بسیارست و ما را خرجهاست و خزینه خالیست و من او را بده یک آن خشنود کنم / Book Four - Section 46 - The Return of That Poet After Several Years in Hope of the Same Reward, and the Ordering of a Thousand Dinars According to His Custom, and the New Vizier-Also Named Hasan-Saying to the King: 'This Is Far Too Much, We Have Expenses, the Treasury Is Empty, a

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بعد سالی چند بهر رزق و کشت	شاعر از فقر و عوز محتاج گشت
After some years, for the sake of livelihood and harvest, The poet grew needy from poverty and want.
گفت وقت فقر و تنگی دو دست	جست و جوی آزموده بهترست
He said: "In times of poverty and hardship, both hands— Seeking what has been proven is best.
درگهی را که آزمودم در کرم	حاجت نو را بدان جانب برم
A threshold that I have tested in generosity— I shall bring my new need in that direction."
معنی الله گفت آن سیبویه	یولهون فی الحوائج هم لدیه
That Sībawayhi explained the meaning of Allāh: "They rush in distraction in their needs—all to Him."
گفت الهنا فی حوائجنا الیک	والتمسناها وجدناها لدیک
He said: "Our Ilāh—in our needs we turn to You, And we sought them and found them with You."
صد هزاران عاقل اندر وقت درد	جمله نالان پیش آن دیان فرد
Hundreds of thousands of wise ones in times of pain, All groaning before that singular Dīyān.
هیچ دیوانهٔ فلیوی این کند	بر بخیلی عاجزی کدیه تند
No senseless madman would ever do this— Rush to beg helplessly from a miser.
گر ندیدندی هزاران بار بیش	عاقلان کی جان کشیدندیش پیش
Had they not witnessed thousands of times and more, Would the wise ever bring their souls forward to Him?
بلک جملهٔ ماهیان در موجها	جملهٔ پرندگان بر اوجها
Nay, all the fish in the waves, All the birds at their heights—
پیل و گرگ و حیدر اشکار نیز	اژدهای زفت و مور و مار نیز
Elephant and wolf and lion in the hunt as well, The mighty dragon and the ant and the serpent as well—
بلک خاک و باد و آب و هر شرار	مایه زو یابند هم دی هم بهار
Nay, earth and wind and water and every spark Find their sustenance from Him—in winter and in spring.
هر دمش لابه کند این آسمان	که فرو مگذارم ای حق یک زمان
Each moment this sky pleads to Him: "Do not forsake me, O Ḥaqq, for a single instant.
استن من عصمت و حفظ تو است	جمله مطوی یمین آن دو دست
My pillar is Your protection and preservation; All is folded within the right hand of those two hands."
وین زمین گوید که دارم بر قرار	ای که بر آبم تو کردستی سوار
And this earth says: "You hold me steadfast— O You who have made me ride upon the water."
جملگان کیسه ازو بر دوختند	دادن حاجت ازو آموختند
All have sewn their purses from Him, All have learned the granting of need from Him.
هر نبیی زو برآورده برات	استعینوا منه صبرا او صلات
Every prophet has drawn a bill of exchange from Him: "Seek help from Him—through patience or through prayer."
هین ازو خواهید نه از غیر او	آب در یم جو مجو در خشک جو
Heed! Seek from Him, not from other than Him; Seek water in the sea, seek it not in the dry riverbed.
ور بخواهی از دگر هم او دهد	بر کف میلش سخا هم او نهد
And if you ask of another, He too gives; On the palm of that one's inclination, He places generosity.
آنک معرض را ز زر قارون کند	رو بدو آری به طاعت چون کند
He who enriches the indifferent one with the gold of Qārūn— If you turn your face to Him in obedience, what will He do?
بار دیگر شاعر از سودای داد	روی سوی آن شه محسن نهاد
Once again the poet, from longing for what was due, Turned his face toward that beneficent king.
هدیهٔ شاعر چه باشد شعر نو	پیش محسن آرد و بنهد گرو
What is the poet's gift? A new poem— He brings it before the beneficent one and lays it as pledge.
محسنان با صد عطا و جود و بر	زر نهاده شاعران را منتظر
Benefactors with a hundred gifts, generosity, and grace, Gold laid out, awaiting the poets.
پیششان شعری به از صدتنگ شعر	خاصه شاعر کو گهر آرد ز قعر
Before them, a poem is worth more than a hundred bales of verse— Especially a poet who brings pearls from the deep.
آدمی اول حریص نان بود	زانک قوت و نان ستون جان بود
Man is first greedy for bread, For sustenance and bread are the pillar of life.
سوی کسب و سوی غصب و صد حیل	جان نهاده بر کف از حرص و امل
Toward earning and toward seizure and a hundred stratagems, Life laid in the palm from greed and hope.
چون بنادر گشت مستغنی ز نان	عاشق نامست و مدح شاعران
When, rarely, he becomes free from need of bread, He becomes a lover of name and the praise of poets—
تا که اصل و فصل او را بر دهند	در بیان فضل او منبر نهند
So that his origin and branches may be set forth, And a pulpit erected in expounding his excellence,
تا که کر و فر و زر بخشی او	هم‌چو عنبر بو دهد در گفت و گو
So that his pomp, splendor, and gold-giving May give fragrance like ambergris in speech and conversation.
خلق ما بر صورت خود کرد حق	وصف ما از وصف او گیرد سبق
Ḥaqq created our nature in His own image; Our attributes take their precedence from His attributes.
چونک آن خلاق شکر و حمدجوست	آدمی را مدح‌جویی نیز خوست
Since that Creator seeks gratitude and praise, Seeking praise is also innate to man.
خاصه مرد حق که در فضلست چست	پر شود زان باد چون خیک درست
Especially the man of Ḥaqq who is nimble in virtue— He fills with that breath like a sound wineskin.
ور نباشد اهل زان باد دروغ	خیک بدریدست کی گیرد فروغ
But if he is not worthy, from that false breath The wineskin is torn—when can it shine?
این مثل از خود نگفتم ای رفیق	سرسری مشنو چو اهلی و مفیق
This parable I did not speak from myself, O friend— Do not hear it lightly, since you are worthy and awake.
این پیمبر گفت چون بشنید قدح	که چرا فربه شود احمد به مدح
The Prophet said this when he heard the reproach: "Why should Aḥmad grow fat on praise?"
رفت شاعر پیش آن شاه و ببرد	شعر اندر شکر احسان کان نمرد
The poet went before that king and brought A poem in gratitude for beneficence that does not die.
محسنان مردند و احسانها بماند	ای خنک آن را که این مرکب براند
Benefactors died, yet their benefactions remained— Blessed is he who rides this mount.
ظالمان مردند و ماند آن ظلمها	وای جانی کو کند مکر و دها
Oppressors died, yet those oppressions remained— Woe to the soul that practices deceit and cunning.
گفت پیغامبر خنک آن را که او	شد ز دنیا ماند ازو فعل نکو
The Prophet said: "Blessed is he who Departs from this world leaving behind a righteous deed."
مرد محسن لیک احسانش نمرد	نزد یزدان دین و احسان نیست خرد
The beneficent man died, but his beneficence did not die— Before Yazdān, faith and beneficence are not small.
وای آنکو مرد و عصیانش نمود	تا نپنداری به مرگ او جان ببرد
Woe to him who died and his transgression remained— Do not suppose that with his death his soul escaped.
این رها کن زانک شاعر بر گذر	وام‌دارست و قوی محتاج زر
Leave this aside, for the poet, in passing, Is indebted and gravely in need of gold.
برد شاعر شعر سوی شهریار	بر امید بخشش و احسان پار
The poet brought his poem to the king In hope of the gift and beneficence of before—
نازنین شعری پر از در درست	بر امید و بوی اکرام نخست
A delicate poem full of genuine pearls, In hope and scent of the honor of that first time.
شاه هم بر خوی خود گفتش هزار	چون چنین بد عادت آن شهریار
The king, true to his nature, ordered him a thousand— For such was the habit of that king.
لیک این بار آن وزیر پر ز جود	بر براق عز ز دنیا رفته بود
But this time, that vizier full of generosity Had gone from this world on the Burāq of glory.
بر مقام او وزیر نو رئیس	گشته لیکن سخت بی‌رحم و خسیس
In his place a new vizier had become chief, But utterly merciless and miserly.
گفت ای شه خرجها داریم ما	شاعری را نبود این بخشش جزا
He said: "O King, we have expenses; This gift is not a fitting reward for a poet.
من به ربع عشر این ای مغتنم	مرد شاعر را خوش و راضی کنم
I, for a quarter of a tenth of this, O fortunate one, Will make the poet pleased and satisfied."
خلق گفتندش که او از پیش‌دست	ده هزاران زین دلاور برده است
The people told him: "He has, in times past, Taken tens of thousands from this great man.
بعد شکر کلک خایی چون کند	بعد سلطانی گدایی چون کند
After sugar, how can he chew a reed stalk? After kingship, how can he beg?"
گفت بفشارم ورا اندر فشار	تا شود زار و نزار از انتظار
He said: "I will press him in the press of pressure Until he becomes wretched and thin from waiting.
آنگه ار خاکش دهم از راه من	در رباید هم‌چو گلبرگ از چمن
Then, if I give him dust from my path, He will snatch it like a rose petal from the meadow.
این به من بگذار که استادم درین	گر تقاضاگر بود هر آتشین
Leave this to me, for I am a master in this— Even if every petitioner were fiery.
از ثریا گر بپرد تا ثری	نرم گردد چون ببیند او مرا
Were he to fly from the Pleiades down to the earth, He will soften when he sees me."
گفت سلطانش برو فرمان تراست	لیک شادش کن که نیکوگوی ماست
The sultan said to him: "Go, the command is yours— But make him glad, for he speaks well of us."
گفت او را و دو صد اومیدلیس	تو به من بگذار این بر من نویس
He said to him, leaving two hundred hopes desolate: "Leave this to me; write this down as my charge."
پس فکندش صاحب اندر انتظار	شد زمستان و دی و آمد بهار
Then the Ṣāḥib threw him into waiting— Winter passed and Dey went, and spring arrived.
شاعر اندر انتظارش پیر شد	پس زبون این غم و تدبیر شد
The poet grew old waiting for him, Then became broken by this grief and scheming.
گفت اگر زر نه که دشنامم دهی	تا رهد جانم ترا باشم رهی
He said: "If not gold, then give me abuse— So my soul may be freed; I will be your slave.
انتظارم کشت باری گو برو	تا رهد این جان مسکین از گرو
The waiting has killed me; at least say 'Go,' So this wretched soul may be released from pawn."
بعد از آنش داد ربع عشر آن	ماند شاعر اندر اندیشهٔ گران
After that, he gave him a quarter of a tenth of it, And the poet remained in heavy thought—
کانچنان نقد و چنان بسیار بود	این که دیر اشکفت دستهٔ خار بود
For that cash had been so great and so much, And this, which opened late, was a bundle of thorns.
پس بگفتندش که آن دستور راد	رفت از دنیا خدا مزدت دهاد
Then they told him: "That noble minister Has gone from this world—may God reward you—
که مضاعف زو همی‌شد آن عطا	کم همی‌افتاد بخشش را خطا
For through him that gift was made double; Rarely did the giving fall into error.
این زمان او رفت و احسان را ببرد	او نمرد الحق بلی احسان بمرد
Now he has gone and taken beneficence with him; He did not die, truly—nay, beneficence has died.
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