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دفتر سوم - بخش ۶۲ - رنجور شدن اوستاد به وهم / Book Three - Section 62 - The Master Becoming Ill Through Delusion

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گشت استا سست از وهم و ز بیمبر جهید و می کشانید او گلیم
The master grew weak from delusion and from fear;
He leapt up and went dragging the blanket along.
خشمگین با زن که مهر اوست سستمن بدین حالم نپرسید و نجست
Angry at his wife, whose love for him is slack:
"In this state of mine she did not ask or inquire.
خود مرا آگه نکرد از رنگ منقصد دارد تا رهد از ننگ من
She herself never informed me of my own condition;
She intends to be rid of the shame of me.
او به حسن و جلوهٔ خود مست گشتبی خبر کز بام افتادم چو طشت
She has grown drunk with her own beauty and display,
Unaware that from the roof I fell like a basin."
آمد و در را به تندی وا گشادکودکان اندر پی آن اوستاد
He came and flung the door open hastily;
The children followed after that master.
گفت زن خیرست چون زود آمدیکه مبادا ذات نیکت را بدی
The wife said: "Is all well? Why did you come early?
Lest any harm should befall your noble self."
گفت کوری رنگ و حال من ببیناز غمم بیگانگان اندر حنین
He said: "Blind one! Look at my color and my condition —
Strangers are wailing out of grief for me.
تو درون خانه از بغض و نفاقمی نبینی حال من در احتراق
You, inside the house, from spite and hypocrisy,
Cannot see my state in its burning."
گفت زن ای خواجه عیبی نیستتوهم و ظن لاش بی معنیستت
The wife said: "O master, there is nothing wrong with you;
Your delusion and groundless suspicion are empty and meaningless."
گفتش ای غر تو هنوزی در لجاجمی نبینی این تغیر و ارتجاج
He said to her: "O fool, you are still in stubbornness —
Do you not see this change and this trembling?
گر تو کور و کر شدی ما را چه جرمما درین رنجیم و در اندوه و گرم
If you have gone blind and deaf, what fault is ours?
We are in this pain and in grief and in heat."
گفت ای خواجه بیارم آینهتا بدانی که ندارم من گنه
She said: "O master, let me bring a mirror,
So you may know that I am not at fault."
گفت رو مه تو رهی مه آینتدایما در بغض و کینی و عنت
He said: "Go — neither you approach nor your mirror —
You are always in spite and in hatred and in obstinacy.
جامهٔ خواب مرا زو گسترانتا بخسپم که سر من شد گران
Spread my sleeping-robe at once,
So I may sleep, for my head has grown heavy."
زن توقف کرد مردش بانگ زدکای عدو زوتر تو را این می سزد
The wife hesitated; the man shouted at her:
"O enemy, be quick! You deserve this."

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