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بخش ۷ - ذکر حجّت قرآن / Section 7 - Mention of the Proof of the Quran

متن و ترجمه / Text and Translation

باش تا روز عرض بر یزدانگلهٔ جان تو کند قرآن
Wait until the Day of Display before God,
When the Quran shall lodge a complaint against your soul.
گوید این ماحل مصدق توچند باطل کشید بر حق تو
It will say: 'This deceptive one who confirmed me,
How much falsehood did he cast upon Your truth?'
گوید ای کردگار می دانیآشکارا چنانکه پنهانی
It will say: 'O Creator, You know,
As clearly in the open as in the secret,
شب و روزم بخواند با فریادداد یک حرف من به صدق نداد
Night and day he called upon me with a loud cry,
Yet did not give a single letter of mine with sincerity.
حق نحو و معانی و اعرابزو ندیدم به صدق در محراب
The rights of grammar, meaning, and syntax—
I saw none from him with sincerity in the prayer niche.
حنجره در سرود نیک آیدجامهٔ غم کبود نیک آید
The throat is well-suited for a fine song;
The garment of mourning is well-suited in blue.
به جز از گفت و گوی دمدمه اینیست گوشی نصیب زمزمه ای
Except for the chatter of some clamor,
No ear has received any share of the whisper.
گه بخواندی مرا به راه مجازخیره بگشاده چون خران آواز
At times he read me in the way of metaphor,
Braying foolishly like donkeys.
که بسی لاف زد به دعوی ماپس ندانست قدر معنی ما
For he boasted much of our claim,
Yet knew not the value of our meaning.
سوی میدان خاص اسب بتاختروی ما از نقاب ما نشناخت
Toward the field of the elite he galloped his horse,
But did not recognize our face from our veil.
بر سر کوی ما ز زشت و نکوسگی آمد کسی نیامد ازو
At the corner of our street, whether foul or fair,
A dog came by, but no human came from him.
عقل و جان را به حکم من نسپردسوی رای و هوای خویشم برد
He did not surrender intellect and soul to my command;
He dragged me toward his own opinion and whim.
گه به تیغ هوا بخست مراگاه بر دام نفس بست مرا
At times he wounded me with the sword of passion;
At times he bound me in the snare of the self.
گه به سوی شراب راند مراگه به راه سرود خواند مرا
At times he drove me toward wine;
At times he called me to the path of song.
گه شکستی چوچوب را سکنهسر و روی حروفم از شکنه
Sometimes you broke me like wood—
The head and face of my letters, from the splintering.
گه چو قوال کرده از نغمهمتفرق حروفم از زخمه
Sometimes, like a musician performing a melody,
My letters were scattered by the plectrum.
ای مدبر ز مدبری چونینخواهم انصاف تو به یوم الدین
O Disposer, from such a 'disposer' as this,
I seek Your justice on the Day of Judgment.
در سرای مجاز از سر نازگه به بازار و گه به بانگ نماز
In the house of metaphor, out of vanity,
Sometimes in the market and sometimes at the call to prayer,
جلوه کردی برای اعجازیگه به حرفی و گه به آوازی
You made a display for the sake of a miracle,
Sometimes with a letter and sometimes with a voice.'

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