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دفتر ششم - بخش ۱۳۴ - وسوسه‌ای کی پادشاه‌زاده را پیدا شد از سبب استغنایی و کشفی کی از شاه دل او را حاصل شده بود و قصد ناشکری و سرکشی می‌کرد شاه را از راه الهام و سر شاه را خبر شد دلش درد کرد روح او را زخمی زد چنانک صورت شاه را خبر نبود الی آخره / Book Six - Section 134 - The temptation that appeared to the prince due to the independence and revelation he had attained from the king of the heart, and his intention of ingratitude and rebellion; the king became aware of this through inspiration and i

متن و ترجمه / Text and Translation

چون مسلم گشت بی بیع و شریاز درون شاه در جانش جری
When it became secure without buying and selling,
From within the king, flowing into his soul,
قوت می خوردی ز نور جان شاهماه جانش هم چو از خورشید ماه
He was taking nourishment from the light of the king's soul,
The moon of his soul, just like the moon from the sun.
راتبهٔ جانی ز شاه بی ندیددم به دم در جان مستش می رسید
He received a spiritual stipend from the unseen king,
Reaching his intoxicated soul moment by moment.
آن نه که ترسا و مشرک می خورندزان غذایی که ملایک می خورند
Not that which Christians and polytheists eat,
From that food which the angels eat.
اندرون خویش استغنا بدیدگشت طغیانی ز استغنا پدید
He saw independence within himself,
A rebellion appeared from that independence.
که نه من هم شاه و هم شه زاده امچون عنان خود بدین شه داده ام
Saying, 'Am I not both king and prince?
Why have I given my reins to this king?
چون مرا ماهی بر آمد با لمعمن چرا باشم غباری را تبع
Since a radiant moon has risen for me,
Why should I be a follower of a dust mote?
آب در جوی منست و وقت نازناز غیر از چه کشم من بی نیاز
Water is in my stream, and it is time for coquetry;
Why should I, independent, bear the coquetry of another?
سر چرا بندم چو درد سر نماندوقت روی زرد و چشم تر نماند
Why should I bind my head when no headache remains?
The time for a pale face and wet eyes has not remained.
چون شکرلب گشته ام عارض قمرباز باید کرد دکان دگر
Since I have become sugar-lipped with a moon-like cheek,
Another shop must be opened.'
زین منی چون نفس زاییدن گرفتصد هزاران ژاژ خاییدن گرفت
When the ego began to give birth to this 'I-ness',
It began to chew a hundred thousand absurdities.
صد بیابان زان سوی حرص و حسدتا بدان جا چشم بد هم می رسد
A hundred deserts beyond greed and envy,
Even the evil eye reaches that place.
بحر شه که مرجع هر آب اوستچون نداند آنچ اندر سیل و جوست
The king's sea, which is the return of every water,
How would it not know what is in the torrent and stream?
شاه را دل درد کرد از فکر اوناسپاسی عطای بکر او
The king's heart ached from his thought,
The ingratitude for his pristine gift.
گفت آخر ای خس واهی ادباین سزای داد من بود ای عجب
He said, 'At last, O worthless one devoid of manners,
Was this the reward for my justice, O wonder?
من چه کردم با تو زین گنج نفیستو چه کردی با من از خوی خسیس
What did I do to you with this precious treasure,
What did you do to me from your base nature?
من ترا ماهی نهادم در کنارکه غروبش نیست تا روز شمار
I placed a moon in your embrace,
Whose setting does not exist until the Day of Reckoning.
در جزای آن عطای نور پاکتو زدی در دیدهٔ من خار و خاک
In return for that gift of pure light,
You struck thorns and dust in my eye.
من ترا بر چرخ گشته نردبانتو شده در حرب من تیر و کمان
I became a ladder for you to the spinning sky,
You became an arrow and bow in war against me.'
درد غیرت آمد اندر شه پدیدعکس درد شاه اندر وی رسید
The pain of jealousy appeared in the king;
The reflection of the king's pain reached him.
مرغ دولت در عتابش بر طپیدپردهٔ آن گوشه گشته بر درید
The bird of fortune fluttered in his reprimand;
The veil of that corner was torn.
چون درون خود بدید آن خوش پسراز سیه کاری خود گرد و اثر
When that sweet boy looked within himself,
He saw the dust and trace of his own black deeds.
از وظیفهٔ لطف و نعمت کم شدهخانهٔ شادی او پر غم شده
Reduced from the stipend of grace and bounty,
His house of joy had become full of sorrow.
با خود آمد او ز مستی عقارزان گنه گشته سرش خانهٔ خمار
He came to himself from the intoxication of wine,
From that sin, his head became a house of hangover.
خورده گندم حله زو بیرون شدهخلد بر وی بادیه و هامون شده
Having eaten the wheat, the heavenly garment was removed from him;
Paradise became a desert and wasteland to him.
دید کان شربت ورا بیمار کردزهر آن ما و منیها کار کرد
He saw that the syrup had made him sick,
The poison of that 'we and I-ness' had taken effect.
جان چون طاوس در گل زار نازهم چو چغدی شد به ویرانهٔ مجاز
His soul, like a peacock in the rose garden of coquetry,
Became like an owl in the ruin of illusion.
هم چو آدم دور ماند او از بهشتدر زمین می راند گاوی بهر کشت
Like Adam, he remained far from paradise,
Driving an ox on the earth for the sake of sowing.
اشک می راند او کای هندوی زاوشیر را کردی اسیر دم گاو
He was shedding tears, saying, 'O Hindu of Zau,
You have made the lion captive to the tail of the ox.
کردی ای نفس بد بارد نفسبی حفاظی با شه فریادرس
You acted, O evil, cold-breathing ego,
Without guarding yourself with the king, the succorer.
دام بگزیدی ز حرص گندمیبر تو شد هر گندم او کزدمی
You chose the trap out of greed for a grain of wheat,
To you, every wheat grain of it became a scorpion.
در سرت آمد هوای ما و منقید بین بر پای خود پنجاه من
The desire of 'we and I' entered your head,
See the fetter of fifty maunds upon your foot!'
نوحه می کرد این نمط بر جان خویشکه چرا گشتم ضد سلطان خویش
He was lamenting in this manner for his own soul,
Saying, 'Why did I become the opponent of my own sultan?'
آمد او با خویش و استغفار کردبا انابت چیز دیگر یار کرد
He came to himself and sought forgiveness,
He coupled something else with repentance.
درد کان از وحشت ایمان بودرحم کن کان درد بی درمان بود
The pain that is from the terror for one's faith,
Have mercy, for that is an incurable pain.
مر بشر را خود مبا جامهٔ درستچون رهید از صبر در حین صدر جست
Let not humanity have an intact garment,
When he escapes from patience, he immediately seeks the high seat.
مر بشر را پنجه و ناخن مبادکه نه دین اندیشد آنگه نه سداد
Let not humanity have claws and nails,
For then he considers neither religion nor rectitude.
آدمی اندر بلا کشته بهستنفس کافر نعمتست و گمرهست
Man is better when killed in tribulation,
The ego is ungrateful for blessings and is astray.

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