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بخش ۳۵ - التمثیل فی شکر هدایة‌الاسلام / Section 35 - The Allegory on Gratitude for the Guidance of Islam

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بود عمر نشسته روزی فردگردش اصحاب صفه با غم و درد
One day Umar was sitting alone,
With the People of the Bench gathered around him in grief and pain.
هریک از شادی ره اسلامیاد می کرد بر گشاده کلام
Each of them, out of the joy of the path of Islam,
Was speaking openly, remembering their past.
هم کهن پیر و هم جوان تازهبرده آوازه تا به دروازه
Both the old elder and the fresh youth,
Had raised their voices to the gateway.
منتی جمله یاد می کردندفوت ایام کفر می خوردند
They were all remembering the favor of guidance,
Grieving over the lost days of disbelief.
بود عبداللٰه عمر حاضرلیک زان درد و رنج بد قاصر
Abdullah, the son of Umar, was present,
But he was deficient in experiencing that pain and suffering.
منتی کرد نیز بر خود یادزود عمر برو زبان بگشاد
He too mentioned a favor upon himself,
Whereupon Umar quickly opened his tongue against him.
گفت ویحک چه لاف پاشی توخود مرین درد را چه باشی تو
He said, 'Woe to you! What boasting do you scatter?
How do you relate to this pain?
درد دین تو تا کجا باشدمر ترا درد کی روا باشد
How far does your pain for religion go?
How could pain be fitting for you?
تو در اسلام زاده و دیدهتلخی کفر هیچ نچشیده
You were born and raised in Islam,
Having never tasted the bitterness of disbelief.
درد ایام کفر خورده نه ایخویشتن را ذلیل کرده نه ای
You have not suffered the pain of the days of disbelief,
Nor have you made yourself humble and abased.
این چنین درد و زخم ما دانیمزان به دین رسول شادانیم
We are the ones who know such pain and wounds,
And that is why we rejoice in the religion of the Messenger.
ناچشیده تو درد و منت و عارهیچ نابرده ذل و استحقار
Without having tasted the pain, the favor, and the shame,
Without having suffered any abasement and contempt,
نشناسی تو لذت ایمانقدر ایمان چه دانی و احسان
How can you know the sweetness of faith?
How do you know the value of faith and virtue?
ما شناسیم کان چه ذلی بودوان چه بندی و آن چه غلی بود
We know what abasement that was,
And what fetters and what chains those were.
شکر اسلام کرد مادانیمکین زمان مرد راه ایمانیم
We know how to give thanks for Islam,
For now we are men of the path of faith.
شیر مردان عناء ره بردندبه تو نامرد راه بسپردند
The brave lions endured the hardship of the way,
And handed this path over to you unmanly ones.
تو به نامردی این ره دین راجمله کردی خراب آیین را
Through your unmanliness, this path of religion—
You have completely ruined the tradition.
به چه بنهم ترا به یار جوابای ز تو دین و شرع گشته خراب
With what answer shall I leave you for the Beloved,
O you through whom religion and law have been ruined?
نه زنی در ره صواب و نه مردنه مخنث از آنت نبود درد
You are neither a woman on the path of truth, nor a man,
Nor even a hermaphrodite, which is why you have no pain.'

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