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بخش ۴۲ - در صفت بربط / Section 42 - In Description of the Barbat

متن و ترجمه / Text and Translation

بتی خوشبوی همچون مشک بویازبان در بستهیی را کرده گویا
A sweet-smelling idol, fragrant like musk,
Making a closed-tongued one speak.
شکسته بستهیی دو دست بر سربیکسو فربه و یک سوی لاغر
Broken and bent, with two hands on its head,
Fat on one side and slender on the other.
رگش از نیش، آوازی نکوداشتبرگ در استخوان گیسوی او داشت
Its vein had a beautiful sound from the prick,
It had leaves in the bone of its hair.
چو از زخمه رگش زاری گرفتیچو زخمه دل نگونساری گرفتی
When its vein wailed because of the plectrum,
It would turn the heart upside down.
بشادی دایهیی در بر کشیدشولی چون راه زد، پی برکشیدش
In joy, a nurse held it in her embrace,
But when she played a tune, she pulled back.
خروشان گشت طفل رنج دیدهکه بخروشد بسی پی برکشیده
The suffering child began to cry out,
To wail greatly as she pulled back.
همی بر پهلویش زد دایه ناگاهکه او پهلوتهی میکرد از راه
Suddenly the nurse struck its side,
Because it was deviating from the path.
نبودی در رگش خون از نزاریولیکن جوی خون راندی بزاری
There was no blood in its veins due to thinness,
Yet it ran a river of blood in its weeping.
بهر دم دایه زخمش بیش میزدبزخمه در رگ او نیش میزد
At every moment, the nurse struck more wounds,
Pricking its vein with the plectrum.
بمالش برد از گوشش گرانیرگی در گوش داشت از مهربانی
By rubbing, she removed the heaviness from its ear,
It had a vein in its ear from kindness.
اگر یک ناله بودی بیحسابشفتادی هم ازان پرده حجابش
If there was even one out-of-measure cry,
It would fall behind the veil of its key.
حسابی ناگزیر راه بودشادب از دایهٔ دلخواه بودش
A measure was inevitable on its path,
It received discipline from the beloved nurse.
بنوک خار، لب میدوخت او راحساب انگشت میآموخت او را
With the tip of a thorn, she sewed its lips,
She taught it the counting of fingers.
اگرچه بر طریق خویش میبوداسیر گوشمال و نیش میبود
Although it kept to its own way,
It remained captive to ear-twisting and pricks.
ز درد زخم نیش آن طفل مضطرببسته بود ساعد را سراسر
From the pain of the prick of that helpless child,
Its forearm was bound all over.
چو شاه از جشن کردن بازپرداختبعشرت با گل دمساز پرداخت
When the king finished celebrating the feast,
He turned to pleasure with Gol, his companion.
گل و خسرو بهم چون مهر با ماهبشادی باده نوشیدند شش ماه
Gol and Khosrow, like the sun and the moon,
Happily drank wine together for six months.
جوانی بود و عشق و کامرانیچه خوشتر باشد از عشق و جوانی
It was youth, love, and fulfillment;
What could be sweeter than love and youth?
بهم بودند دلخوش روزگاریولیکن در میان نارفته کاری
They were happy together for some time,
Yet no consummate action had occurred between them.
در آن بودند تا خسرو بصد نازبخواهد از پدر گل را باعزاز
They were planning for Khosrow, with a hundred graces,
To ask his father for Gol with honor.
کنون بنگر کزین دهر پریشانکجا خواهد رسیدن حال ایشان
Now see, from this chaotic world,
Where their situation will lead.
تو حاضر باش تا من رازگویمچو شکر قصه گل بازگویم
Be present, so that I may tell you the secret,
And tell the story of Gol like sweet sugar.
زهی عطار کز فضل الهیبحمدلله تو داری پادشاهی
Hail to Attar, who by divine grace,
Thanks be to God, holds sovereignty!
تویی اعجوبهٔ دوران سخن راتو دادی از معانی جان سخن را
You are the wonder of the age in speech;
You gave life to speech through meaning.
زهی صنعتگری احسنت احسنتزهی در پروری احسنت احسنت
What a craftsman, bravo, bravo!
What a pearl-cultivator, bravo, bravo!
شکن بین در سر زلف سخنهازهی شیرین سخنها و شکنها
See the curls in the tresses of the words,
What sweet words and beautiful curls!
چو دستم داد بسیاری صنیعتبفریاد آمد از دستم طبیعت
When many crafts were achieved by my hand,
My nature cried out from my hand.
منم امروز در ملک سخن شاهبهرمویی نموده در سخن راه
Today, I am the king in the kingdom of speech,
Showing a path in speech through every single hair.
عروض آموز کژ طبعان صریرمترازوی سخن سنجان ضمیرم
I am the teacher of prosody to those of crooked nature with my scratching pen,
My mind is the scale for those who weigh words.
ضمیرم در جنان زیبا زند جوشکه حوران مینهندش دربناگوش
My mind boils beautifully in Paradise,
Such that the houris place it behind their ears.
ضمیر من خلیل آسا از آنستکه هم ز انگشت، خود شیرم روانست
My mind is Abraham-like in that,
Milk flows from my very finger.
معانی ضمیرم را عدد نیستمرا این بس که از خلقم مدد نیست
The meanings of my mind are countless;
This is enough for me that I have no help from people.
نه غایت می درآید در معانینه نقصان میپذیرد این روانی
No limit enters into my meanings,
Nor does this flowingness suffer any decrease.
مراحق داد در معنی هدایتازین معنیست، معنی بی نهایت
God gave me guidance in meaning;
From this meaning, meaning is infinite.

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