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دفتر سوم - بخش ۱۴۱ - قصه عشق صوفی بر سفرهٔ تهی / Book Three - Section 141 - The Tale of the Sufi's Love at the Empty Tablecloth

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صوفیی بر میخ روزی سفره دیدچرخ می زد جامه ها را می درید
A Sufi one day saw a tablecloth hung on a nail—
He was spinning about, tearing his garments.
بانگ می زد نک نوای بی نواقحطها و دردها را نک دوا
He cried out: "Behold the melody of the destitute!
Behold the cure for famines and ills!"
چونک دود و شور او بسیار شدهر که صوفی بود با او یار شد
When his smoke and commotion grew great,
Every Sufi joined him as a companion.
کخ کخی و های و هویی می زدندتای چندی مست و بی خود می شدند
They raised sounds of ecstasy and cries of hā-and-hū,
Many of them becoming drunk and beside themselves.
بوالفضولی گفت صوفی را که چیستسفره ای آویخته وز نان تهیست
A busybody said to the Sufi: "What is this—
A tablecloth is hung there, empty of bread!"
گفت رو رو نقش بی معنیستیتو بجو هستی که عاشق نیستی
He said: "Go, go — you are a meaningless image;
Seek existence, for you are no lover.
عشق نان بی نان غذای عاشق استبند هستی نیست هر کو صادقست
The love of bread without bread is the nourishment of the lover;
Whoever is sincere is not in bondage to existence.
عاشقان را کار نبود با وجودعاشقان را هست بی سرمایه سود
Lovers have nothing to do with existence;
Lovers have profit without capital.
بال نه و گرد عالم می پرنددست نه و گو ز میدان می برند
Without wings they fly about the world;
Without hands they take the ball from the field.
آن فقیری کو ز معنی بوی یافتدست ببریده همی زنبیل بافت
That poor man who caught a scent of inner meaning
With severed hands was weaving baskets.
عاشقان اندر عدم خیمه زدندچون عدم یک رنگ و نفس واحدند
Lovers have pitched their tents in non-existence;
As non-existence, they are of one hue, of one breath.
شیرخواره کی شناسد ذوق لوتمر پری را بوی باشد لوت و پوت
How would a nursing infant know the pleasure of a feast?
For a fairy, food and scraps are merely a scent.
آدمی کی بو برد از بوی اوچونک خوی اوست ضد خوی او
How could a human catch a whiff of the fairy's scent
When the fairy's nature is the very opposite of the human's?
یابد از بو آن پری بوی کشتو نیابی آن ز صد من لوت خوش
That fairy, drawn by scent, finds what it seeks from smell;
You would not find that from a hundred maunds of fine food.
پیش قبطی خون بود آن آب نیلآب باشد پیش سبطی جمیل
Before the Copt, the water of the Nile was blood;
Before the Israelite, it is beautiful water.
جاده باشد بحر ز اسرائیلیانغرقه گه باشد ز فرعون عوان
The sea becomes a road for the Israelites;
It becomes a place of drowning for Pharaoh's host."

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