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دفتر سوم - بخش ۲۱۱ - رسیدن بانگ طلسمی نیم‌شب مهمان مسجد را / Book Three - Section 211 - The Arrival of the Talisman's Cry at Midnight to the Guest of the Mosque

متن و ترجمه / Text and Translation

بشنو اکنون قصهٔ آن بانگ سختکه نرفت از جا بدان آن نیکبخت
Now hear the tale of that terrible cry,
That did not move that fortunate one from his place.
گفت چون ترسم چو هست این طبل عیدتا دهل ترسد که زخم او را رسید
He said: How should I fear, when this is the drum of ʿĪd?
Let the drum fear, for the blow has reached it.
ای دهلهای تهی بی قلوبقسمتان از عید جان شد زخم چوب
O hollow drums, you heartless ones,
Your share from the festival of the soul has become the blow of the stick.
شد قیامت عید و بی دینان دهلما چو اهل عید خندان همچو گل
The Resurrection has become a festival, and the faithless are the drum,
While we, like the people of the festival, smile like flowers.
بشنو اکنون این دهل چون بانگ زددیگ دولتبا چگونه می پزد
Now hear how this drum sounded,
And how the cauldron of fortune cooks.
چونک بشنود آن دهل آن مرد دیدگفت چون ترسد دلم از طبل عید
When he heard the drum and that man was seen,
He said: How should my heart fear the drum of ʿĪd?
گفت با خود هین ملرزان دل کزینمرد جان بددلان بی یقین
He said to himself: Come, do not make the heart tremble — for by this
The souls of the faint-hearted and faithless ones perish.
وقت آن آمد که حیدروار منملک گیرم یا بپردازم بدن
The time has come that I, in the manner of Haydar,
Shall seize the kingdom or surrender this body.
بر جهید و بانگ بر زد کای کیاحاضرم اینک اگر مردی بیا
He leapt up and cried: O kiyā!
Here I am — if you are a man, come!
در زمان بشکست ز آواز آن طلسمزر همی ریزید هر سو قسم قسم
In that instant the talisman shattered from that voice,
Gold was pouring out on every side, portion by portion.
ریخت چند این زر که ترسید آن پسرتا نگیرد زر ز پری راه در
This gold poured so much that the young man grew afraid
Lest the gold, by its fullness, block the way of the door.
بعد از آن برخاست آن شیر عتیدتا سحرگه زر به بیرون می کشید
After that, that prepared lion arose
And until dawn was drawing gold outward.
دفن می کرد و همی آمد بزربا جوال و توبره بار دگر
He was burying it and returning for more gold
With sacks and bags, time after time.
گنجها بنهاد آن جانباز از آنکوری ترسانی واپس خزان
Treasures did that soul-staking one lay from those riches,
To the blindness of the fearful ones who had crawled back.
این زر ظاهر بخاطر آمدستدر دل هر کور دور زرپرست
This outward gold has come to the mind
In the heart of every blind, benighted gold-worshipper.
کودکان اسفالها را بشکنندنام زر بنهند و در دامن کنند
Children break potsherds,
Name them gold, and put them in their laps.
اندر آن بازی چو گویی نام زرآن کند در خاطر کودک گذر
In that game, if you speak the name of gold,
It passes through the child's mind.
بل زر مضروب ضرب ایزدیکو نگردد کاسد آمد سرمدی
But the gold struck with the divine stamp —
Which never grows stale — that is eternal.
آن زری کین زر از آن زر تاب یافتگوهر و تابندگی و آب یافت
That gold from which this gold gained its luster,
Found its essence, its radiance, and its sheen.
آن زری که دل ازو گردد غنیغالب آید بر قمر در روشنی
That gold by which the heart becomes rich
Surpasses the moon in brightness.
شمع بود آن مسجد و پروانه اوخویشتن در باخت آن پروانه خو
That mosque was the candle and he was the moth;
That moth-natured one lost himself therein.
پر بسوخت او را ولیکن ساختشبس مبارک آمد آن انداختش
His wings burned, but it made him whole;
Most blessed was that casting of himself into it.
همچو موسی بود آن مسعودبختکاتشی دید او به سوی آن درخت
That one of blessed fortune was like Moses,
Who saw a fire toward that tree.
چون عنایتها برو موفور بودنار می پنداشت و خود آن نور بود
Since graces upon him were abundant,
He thought it fire, but it was light itself.
مرد حق را چون ببینی ای پسرتو گمان داری برو نار بشر
When you see a man of God, O son,
You suppose him to be the fire of a human being.
تو ز خود می آیی و آن در تو استنار و خار ظن باطل این سو است
You come from yourself, and that is within you;
The fire and thorns of false conjecture are on this side.
او درخت موسی است و پر ضیانور خوان نارش مخوان باری بیا
He is the tree of Moses, full of radiance;
Call it light — do not call it fire — come at least!
نه فطام این جهان ناری نمودسالکان رفتند و آن خود نور بود
Did not the weaning from this world appear fiery?
The wayfarers went on, and it was light all along.
پس بدان که شمع دین بر می شوداین نه همچون شمع آتشها بود
Know then that the candle of religion rises high;
This is not like the candles of fires.
این نماید نور و سوزد یار راو آن بصورت نار و گل زوار را
This one shows light yet burns the friend,
While that one, in the form of fire, is roses for the visitors.
این چو سازنده ولی سوزنده ایو آن گه وصلت دل افروزنده ای
This is like a maker, yet a burner,
And that, at the moment of union, is a kindler of hearts.
شکل شعلهٔ نور پاک سازوارحاضران را نور و دوران را چو نار
The form of the flame of pure light, fitting and harmonious:
Light for those present, and like fire for those far away.

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