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دفتر ششم - بخش ۶۹ - باز دادن شاه گنج‌نامه را به آن فقیر کی بگیر ما از سر این برخاستیم / Book Six - Section 69 - The King returning the treasure map to that poor man, saying: 'Take it, we have given this up'

متن و ترجمه / Text and Translation

چونک رقعهٔ گنج پر آشوب راشه مسلم داشت آن مکروب را
When the king surrendered that chaotic treasure map
To that afflicted one,
گشت آمن او ز خصمان و ز نیشرفت و می پیچید در سودای خویش
He became safe from enemies and from their sting;
He went away, immersed in his own melancholic thoughts.
یار کرد او عشق درداندیش راکلب لیسد خویش ریش خویش را
He made a companion of sorrowful love;
A dog licks its own wound.
عشق را در پیچش خود یار نیستمحرمش در ده یکی دیار نیست
Love has no companion in its twisting path;
In the whole village, there is not a single intimate friend for it.
نیست از عاشق کسی دیوانه ترعقل از سودای او کور ست و کر
There is no one madder than the lover;
Reason is blind and deaf from his passion.
زآنک این دیوانگی عام نیستطب را ارشاد این احکام نیست
Because this madness is not common,
Medicine has no guidance for these rules.
گر طبیبی را رسد زین گون جنوندفتر طب را فرو شوید به خون
If such madness reaches a physician,
He will wash the book of medicine in blood.
طب جملهٔ عقل ها منقوش اوستروی جمله دلبر ان روپوش اوست
The medicine of all intellects is designed by Him;
The face of all beloveds is His veil.
روی در روی خود آر ای عشق کیشنیست ای مفتون ترا جز خویش خویش
Turn your face to your own self, O follower of love!
O infatuated one, you have no one but your own self.
قبله از دل ساخت آمد در دعالیس للانسان الا ما سعی
He made a Qibla of his heart and entered into prayer:
'Man has nothing but what he strives for.'
پیش از آن کاو پاسخی بشنیده بودسال ها اندر دعا پیچیده بود
Before he had heard any response,
He had been wrapped in prayer for years.
بی اجابت بر دعا ها می تنیداز کرم لبیک پنهان می شنید
Without an answer, he persisted in prayers;
By grace, he kept hearing a hidden 'Here I am!' (Labbayk).
چونک بی دف رقص می کرد آن علیلز اعتماد جود خلاق جلیل
Since that sick man was dancing without a tambourine,
From reliance on the bounty of the Glorious Creator,
سوی او نه هاتف و نه پیک بودگوش اومید ش پر از لبیک بود
There was neither a caller nor a messenger coming towards him,
Yet the ear of his hope was full of 'Labbayk.'
بی زبان می گفت اومید ش تعالاز دلش می روفت آن دعوت ملال
His hope was saying 'Come!' without a tongue;
That calling was sweeping away weariness from his heart.
آن کبوتر را که بام آموخته ستتو مخوان می رانش کان پر دوخته ست
That pigeon which has grown accustomed to the roof,
Do not call it, drive it away, for its feathers are sewn to it.
ای ضیاء الحق حسام الدین برانشکز ملاقات تو بر رسته ست جانش
O Ziya al-Haqq (Light of Truth) Husam al-Din, drive it away!
For by meeting you, its soul has grown.
گر برانی مرغ جانش از گزافهم به گرد بام تو آرد طواف
Even if you idly drive away the bird of his soul,
It will still circle around your roof.
چینه و نقلش همه بر بام تستپر زنان بر اوج مست دام تست
Its bait and dessert are all on your roof;
Fluttering its wings at the summit, it is drunk with your snare.
گر دمی منکر شود دزدانه روحدر ادای شکرت ای فتح و فتوح
If the spirit becomes secretly ungrateful for a moment,
In paying thanks to you, O victory and source of conquests!
شحنهٔ عشق مکرر کینه اشتشت آتش می نهد بر سینه اش
The watchman of love, repeating his vengeance,
Places a pan of fire upon its chest.
که بیا سوی مه و بگذر ز گردشاه عشقت خواند زوتر باز گرد
Saying, 'Come towards the moon and pass beyond the dust;
The King of love has called you, return sooner!'
گرد این بام و کبوتر خانه منچون کبوتر پر زنم مستانه من
Around this roof and my pigeon-house,
I will flutter my wings like a drunken pigeon.
جبرئیل عشقم و سدره م تویمن سقیمم عیسی مریم توی
I am the Gabriel of love and you are my Lote-tree (Sidra);
I am sick and you are my Jesus, son of Mary.
جوش ده آن بحر گوهر بار راخوش بپرس امروز این بیمار را
Make that pearl-bearing ocean boil;
Sweetly inquire after this sick one today!
چون تو آن او شدی بحر آن اوستگرچه این دم نوبت بحران اوست
Since you became his, the ocean is his,
Even though at this moment it is his time of crisis.
این خود آن ناله ست کاو کرد آشکارآنچ پنهان ست یا رب زینهار
This is indeed the groaning that he made evident;
As for what is hidden, O Lord, mercy!
دو دهان داریم گویا هم چو نییک دهان پنهان ست در لب های وی
We have two mouths speaking like a reed-flute;
One mouth is hidden in His lips.
یک دهان نالان شده سوی شماهای هویی در فکنده در هوا
One mouth is wailing towards you,
Casting a tumult into the air.
لیک داند هر که او را منظر ستکه فغان این سری هم زان سرست
But whoever has insight knows
That the cry of this end is also from that end.
دمدمهٔ این نای از دم های اوستهای هوی روح از هیهای اوست
The sound of this flute is from His breaths;
The clamor of the spirit is from His clamor.
گر نبودی با لبش نی را سمرنی جهان را پر نکردی از شکر
If the flute had no discourse with His lip,
The flute would not have filled the world with sugar.
با کی خفتی وز چه پهلو خاستیکه چنین پر جوش چون دریا ستی
With whom did you sleep and from what side did you rise,
That you are so full of boiling like the sea?
یا ابیت عند ربی خواندیدر دل دریای آتش راندی
You recited 'I spend the night with my Lord'
And drove into the heart of the sea of fire.
نعرهٔ یا نار کونی بارداعصمت جان تو گشت ای مقتدا
The cry 'O fire, be cool'
Became the protection of your soul, O leader!
ای ضیاء الحق حسام دین و دلکی توان اندود خورشید ی به گل
O Light of Truth, Husam of religion and heart!
How can one plaster over the sun with clay?
قصد کرده ستند این گل پاره هاکه بپوشانند خورشید ترا
These clods of clay have intended
To cover up your sun.
در دل که لعل ها دلال تستباغها از خنده مالامال تست
In the heart of the mountain, the rubies are your brokers;
The gardens are filled to the brim with your laughter.
محرم مردی ت را کو رستمی ؟تا ز صد خرمن یکی جو گفتمی
Where is a Rustam to be intimate with your manliness?
So that I could tell one barley-corn out of a hundred harvests.
چون بخواهم کز سرت آهی کنمچون علی سر را فرو چاهی کنم
When I want to heave a sigh concerning your secret,
Like Ali, I thrust my head into a well.
چونک اخوان را دل کینه ورستیوسفم را قعر چه اولی ترست
Since the brothers have a vindictive heart,
The bottom of the well is better for my Joseph.
مست گشتم خویش بر غوغا زنمچه چه باشد خیمه بر صحرا زنم
I became drunk; I will throw myself into the tumult;
What is a well? I will pitch my tent on the plain.
بر کف من نه شراب آتشینوانگه آن کر و فر مستانه بین
Put the fiery wine in my palm,
And then behold that drunken pomp and splendor!
منتظر گو باش بی گنج آن فقیرزآنک ما غرقیم این دم در عصیر
Tell that poor man to remain expectant without the treasure,
For at this moment we are drowned in the juice (wine).
از خدا خواه ای فقیر این دم پناهاز من غرقه شده یاری مخواه
O poor man, seek refuge with God at this moment!
Do not ask for help from me, who am drowned.
که مرا پروای آن اسناد نیستاز خود و از ریش خویشم یاد نیست
For I do not care about those documents;
I have no memory of myself or of my own beard.
باد سبلت کی بگنجد و آب رودر شرابی که نگنجد تار مو
How can the pride of a mustache and honor fit
Into a wine where not even a hair can fit?
در ده ای ساقی یکی رطلی گرانخواجه را از ریش و سبلت وا رهان
Give, O Cupbearer, a heavy goblet!
Deliver the master from his beard and mustache!
نخوت ش بر ما سبالی می زندلیک ریش از رشک ما بر می کند
His arrogance pulls his mustache at us,
But he tears his beard out of envy of us.
مات او و مات او و مات اوکه همی دانیم تزویر ات او
Checkmate to him, and checkmate, and checkmate!
For we know his tricks.
از پس صد سال آنچ آید ازوپیر می بیند معین مو به مو
That which will come from him after a hundred years,
The spiritual guide (Pir) sees clearly, hair by hair.
اندر آیینه چه بیند مرد عامکه نبیند پیر اندر خشت خام
What does the common man see in the mirror
That the Pir does not see in a raw unbaked brick?
آنچ لحیانی به خانهٔ خود ندیدهست بر کوسه یکایک آن پدید
What the heavily bearded man did not see in his own house
Is entirely visible to the beardless man.
رو به دریایی که ماهی زاده ایهم چو خس در ریش چون افتاده ای
Go to the sea, for you are born a fish!
Why have you fallen like straw in a beard?
خس نه ای دور از تو رشک گوهریدر میان موج و بحر اولی تری
You are not straw—far be it from you! You are the envy of the pearl.
You are more suited for the midst of waves and the sea.
بحر وحدانی ست جفت و زوج نیستگوهر و ماهیش غیر موج نیست
The sea of unity has no pair or mate;
Its pearl and its fish are nothing other than the wave.
ای محال و ای محال اشراک اودور از آن دریا و موج پاک او
Oh, impossible, impossible is partnership with Him!
Far from that sea and its pure wave.
نیست اندر بحر شرک و پیچ پیچلیک با احول چه گویم هیچ هیچ
There is no polytheism or twisting in the sea,
But what can I say to the cross-eyed (who sees double)? Nothing, nothing.
چونک جفت احولانیم ای شمنلازم آید مشرکانه دم زدن
Since we are companions to the cross-eyed, O idolater,
It becomes necessary to speak like a polytheist.
آن یکیی زان سوی وصف ست و حالجز دوی ناید به میدان مقال
That Oneness is beyond description and state;
Nothing but duality enters the arena of speech.
یا چو احول این دوی را نوش کنیا دهان بردوز و خوش خاموش کن
Either swallow this duality like the cross-eyed,
Or sew up your mouth and remain pleasantly silent.
یا به نوبت گه سکوت و گه کلاماحولانه طبل می زن والسلام
Or by turns, sometimes silence and sometimes speech,
Beat the drum like the cross-eyed, and that is all.
چون ببینی محرمی گو سر جانگل ببینی نعره زن چون بلبلان
When you see an intimate, tell the secret of the soul;
When you see a rose, cry out like the nightingales!
چون ببینی مشک پر مکر و مجازلب ببند و خویشتن را خنب ساز
When you see a water-skin full of deceit and illusion,
Close your lips and make yourself a jar!
دشمن آبست پیش او مجنبورنه سنگ جهل او بشکست خنب
He is an enemy of water, do not move before him,
Or else the stone of his ignorance will break the jar.
با سیاست های جاهل صبر کنخوش مدارا کن به عقل من لدن

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