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دفتر اول - بخش ۱۰۷ - بقیهٔ قصهٔ مطرب و پیغام رسانیدن امیرالمؤمنین عُمَر -رضی الله عنه- به او آنچه هاتف آواز داد / Book One - Section 107 - The remainder of the story of the minstrel, and Amir al-Mu'minin Umar, may God be pleased with him, bringing him the message that the heavenly caller cried out

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باز گرد و حال مطرب گوش دارزانک عاجز گشت مطرب ز انتظار
Return and listen to the state of the minstrel
For the minstrel became helpless from waiting
بانگ آمد مر عمر را کای عمربندهٔ ما را ز حاجت باز خر
A cry came to Umar, saying 'O Umar,
Redeem our servant from his need
بنده ای داریم خاص و محترمسوی گورستان تو رنجه کن قدم
We have a special and honored servant
Trouble your steps toward the graveyard
ای عمر برجه ز بیت المال عامهفتصد دینار در کف نه تمام
O Umar, spring up and from the public treasury
Put exactly seven hundred dinars in your palm
پیش او بر کای تو ما را اختیاراین قدر بستان کنون معذور دار
Take it to him, saying 'O you who are our choice
Take this amount now and hold us excused
این قدر از بهر ابریشم بهاخرج کن چون خرج شد اینجا بیا
This amount is for the price of silk strings
Spend it; when it is spent, come here'
پس عمر زان هیبت آواز جستتا میان را بهر این خدمت ببست
Then Umar sprang up from the awe of that voice
So that he bound his waist for this service
سوی گورستان عمر بنهاد رودر بغل همیان، دوان در جست و جو
Umar set his face toward the graveyard
With a purse under his arm, running in search
گرد گورستان دوانه شد بسیغیر آن پیر، او ندید آنجا کسی
He ran around the graveyard a great deal
He saw no one there except that old man
گفت: این نبود! دگر باره دویدمانده گشت و غیر آن پیر او ندید
He said, 'This is not he!' He ran again
He grew tired and saw no one but that old man
گفت حق فرمود ما را بنده ایستصافی و شایسته و فرخنده ایست
He said, 'God said, We have a servant
Who is pure and worthy and blessed
پیر چنگی کی بود خاص خدا؟حبذا ای سر پنهان حبذا
How could an old harpist be the special one of God?'
Excellent, O hidden secret, excellent!
بار دیگر گرد گورستان بگشتهمچو آن شیر شکاری گرد دشت
Once more he wandered around the graveyard
Like a hunting lion around the plain
چون یقین گشتش؛ که غیر پیر نیستگفت: در ظلمت دل روشن بسی است
When he became certain that there was no one but the old man
He said, 'In darkness there are many bright hearts'
آمد او با صد ادب آنجا نشستبر عمر عطسه فتاد و پیر جست
He came with a hundred manners and sat there
Umar sneezed and the old man jumped up
مر عمر را دید ماند اندر شگفتعزم رفتن کرد و لرزیدن گرفت
He saw Umar and remained in wonder
He resolved to leave and began to tremble
گفت در باطن: خدایا از تو داد!محتسب بر پیرکی چنگی فتاد
He said inwardly, 'O God, justice from You!
The inspector has fallen upon a little old harpist'
چون نظر اندر رخ آن پیر کرددید او را شرمسار و روی زرد
When Umar looked into the old man's face
He saw him ashamed and pale-faced
پس عمر گفتش مترس از من مرمکه ت بشارتها ز حق آورده ام
Then Umar told him, 'Do not fear, do not flee from me
For I have brought you glad tidings from God
چند یزدان مدحت خوی تو کردتا عمر را عاشق روی تو کرد
How much God has praised your disposition
Until He made Umar a lover of your face
پیش من بنشین و مهجوری مسازتا به گوشت گویم از اقبال راز؛
Sit before me and do not act estranged
So that I may whisper the secret of good fortune in your ear;
حق سلامت می کند، می پرسدتچونی از رنج و غمان بی حدت؟
God sends you greetings and asks you
How are you in your boundless pain and sorrow?
نک قراضهٔ چند ابریشم بهاخرج کن این را و باز اینجا بیا
Here are a few pieces of gold for the price of silk
Spend this, and then come back here'
پیر لرزان گشت چون این را شنیددست می خایید و بر خود می طپید
The old man trembled when he heard this
He bit his hands and writhed within himself
بانگ می زد کای خدای بی نظیربس! که از شرم آب شد بیچاره پیر
He cried out, 'O peerless God!
Enough! For the helpless old man has melted from shame'
چون بسی بگریست و از حد رفت دردچنگ را زد بر زمین و خرد کرد
When he wept profusely and his pain exceeded bounds
He smashed the harp on the ground and shattered it
گفت ای بوده حجابم از الهای مرا تو راه زن از شاه راه
He said, 'O you that have been my veil from God
O you that have waylaid me from the king's highway
ای بخورده خون من هفتاد سالای ز تو رویم سیه پیش کمال
O you that have drunk my blood for seventy years
O you because of whom my face is black before Perfection
ای خدای با عطای با وفارحم کن بر عمر رفته در جفا
O God of bounty, of faithfulness
Have mercy on a life spent in oppression
داد حق عمری که هر روزی از آنکس نداند قیمت آن در جهان
God gave a life, of which every single day
No one in the world knows its value
خرج کردم عمر خود را دم بدمدر دمیدم جمله را در زیر و بم
I have spent my life breath by breath
I blew it all into the high and low notes
آه کز یاد ره و پردهٔ عراقرفت از یادم دم تلخ فراق
Alas, that from remembering the tune and the curtain of Iraq
The bitter moment of separation went from my memory
وای کز تری زیر افکند خردخشک شد کشت دل من دل بمرد
Woe, that from the moisture of the high note, wisdom was cast down
The field of my heart dried up and my heart died
وای کز آواز این بیست و چهارکاروان بگذشت و بیگه شد نهار
Woe, that from the sound of these twenty-four strings
The caravan passed by, and the day became late
ای خدا فریاد زین فریادخواهداد خواهم نه ز کس زین دادخواه
O God, a cry for help against this caller for help!
I seek justice, not from anyone, but from this seeker of justice
داد خود از کس نیابم جز مگرزانک او از من به من نزدیکتر
I will not find my justice from anyone except perhaps
From Him who is closer to me than I am to myself
کاین منی از وی رسد دم دم مراپس ورا بینم چو این شد کم مرا
For this 'I-ness' reaches me breath by breath from Him
So I see Him when this is diminished in me
همچو آن کو با تو باشد زرشمرسوی او داری، نه سوی خود نظر
Like one who counts gold with you
You keep your gaze towards him, not towards yourself'

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