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دفتر سوم - بخش ۲۲۷ - حکایت عاشقی دراز هجرانی بسیار امتحانی / Book Three - Section 227 - The Tale of a Lover of Long Separation and Much Trial

متن و ترجمه / Text and Translation

یک جوانی بر زنی مجنون بدستمی ندادش روزگار وصل دست
A young man had fallen madly in love with a woman;
Fortune would not grant him the hand of union.
بس شکنجه کرد عشقش بر زمینخود چرا دارد ز اول عشق کین؟
Love tormented him greatly upon the earth—
Yet why does love hold enmity from the very start?
عشق از اول چرا خونی بود؟تا گریزد آنک بیرونی بود
Why was love bloodthirsty from the beginning?
So that those who are outsiders would flee.
چون فرستادی رسولی پیش زنآن رسول از رشک گشتی راه زن
When he sent a messenger to the woman,
That messenger, out of jealousy, became a highway robber.
ور بسوی زن نبشتی کاتبشنامه را تصحیف خواندی نایبش
If his scribe wrote a letter toward her,
The deputy would misread it through taṣḥīf.
ور صبا را پیک کردی در وفااز غباری تیره گشتی آن صبا
If he made the morning breeze (ṣabā) his faithful courier,
That breeze would be darkened by a cloud of dust.
رقعه گر بر پر مرغی دوختیپر مرغ از تف رقعه سوختی
If he sewed a note onto a bird's feather,
The feather would burn from the heat of the note.
راههای چاره را غیرت ببستلشکر اندیشه را رایت شکست
Ghayrat sealed all paths of remedy;
The banner of the army of thought was broken.
بود اول مونس غم انتظارآخرش بشکست کی هم انتظار
At first, the grief of waiting was his companion;
In the end, that very waiting broke him too.
گاه گفتی کاین بلای بی دواستگاه گفتی نه حیات جان ماست
Sometimes he said, "This is an ailment without cure";
Sometimes he said, "No—it is the life of our soul."
گاه هستی زو بر آوردی سریگاه او از نیستی خوردی بری
Sometimes existence would raise its head through him;
Sometimes he took fruit from non-existence.
چونک بر وی سرد گشتی این نهادجوش کردی گرم چشمهٔ اتحاد
When this condition grew cold upon him,
The warm spring of union would surge again.
چونک با بی برگی غربت بساختبرگ بی برگی به سوی او بتاخت
When he made peace with leaflessness and exile,
The provision of leaflessness came rushing toward him.
خوشه های فکرتش بی کاه شدشب روان را رهنما چون ماه شد
The clusters of his thought became free of chaff;
He became a guide like the moon for night-travelers.
ای بسا طوطی گویای خمشای بسا شیرین روان روترش
O how many a speaking parrot is silent!
O how many a sweet-souled one wears a sour face!
رو به گورستان دمی خامش نشینآن خموشان سخن گو را ببین
Go to the graveyard and sit silent for a moment;
Behold those silent ones who speak.
لیک اگر یکرنگ بینی خاکشاننیست یکسان حالت چالاکشان
Yet if you see their dust as one color,
The condition of their agility is not the same.
شحم و لحم زندگان یکسان بودآن یکی غمگین دگر شادان بود
The fat and flesh of the living may look alike,
Yet one is sorrowful and another joyful.
تو چه دانی تا ننوشی قالشانزانک پنهانست بر تو حالشان
What would you know until you have heard their speech (qāl)?
For their inner state (ḥāl) is hidden from you.
بشنوی از قال های و هوی راکی ببینی حالت صدتوی را
You may hear the clamor of outward speech (qāl)—
When will you see the ḥāl of a hundredfold depths?
نقش ما یکسان بضدها متصفخاک هم یکسان روانشان مختلف
Our outward forms are alike, yet described by opposites;
The dust too is the same, yet their souls differ.
همچنین یکسان بود آوازهاآن یکی پر درد و آن پر نازها
So too voices may sound the same:
One full of pain, another full of grace.
بانگ اسپان بشنوی اندر مصافبانگ مرغان بشنوی اندر طواف
You hear the neighing of horses in battle;
You hear the song of birds in ṭawāf.
آن یکی از حقد و دیگر ز ارتباطآن یکی از رنج و دیگر از نشاط
One from hatred, another from bond;
One from suffering, another from joy.
هر که دور از حالت ایشان بودپیشش آن آوازها یکسان بود
Whoever is distant from their inner state—
To him all those voices sound the same.
آن درختی جنبد از زخم تبرو آن درخت دیگر از باد سحر
One tree shakes from the blow of an axe;
Another tree shakes from the morning breeze.
بس غلط گشتم ز دیگ مردریگزانک سرپوشیده می جوشید دیگ
I was greatly misled by the pot of refuse,
For the pot was boiling with its lid on.
جوش و نوش هرکست گوید بیاجوش صدق و جوش تزویر و ریا
Every boiling says "Come!" with its sweetness—
The boiling of sincerity and the boiling of fraud and hypocrisy.
گر نداری بو ز جان روشناسرو دماغی دست آور بوشناس
If you have no scent-sense from a clear soul,
Go and acquire a nose that can truly smell.
آن دماغی که بر آن گلشن تندچشم یعقوبان هم او روشن کند
That nose which rushes eagerly to that garden—
It is the same that illuminates the eyes of the Jacobs.
هین بگو احوال آن خسته جگرکز بخاری دور ماندیم ای پسر
Now tell of the state of that wounded-hearted one,
For we have remained far from the Bukharan, O son.

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