Story of Kizil-Arsalan’s father حکایت پدر ارسلان

Story of Kizil-Arsalan’s father حکایت پدر ارسلان

Bustan Saadi بوستان سعدی

When the spirit of Alp-Arsalan to God fled,
His son placed th’ Imperial Crown on his head.
Alp was borne from the throne to the tomb and there shut;
He had no sitting-place and no archery-butt  
  چو الپ ارسلان جان به جان‌بخش داد
پسر تاج شاهی به سر برنهاد
به تربت سپردندش از تاجگاه
نه جای نشستن بد آماجگاه
A madman sagacious, was heard, thus, to say,
When he saw the son riding a charger next day —
“Well done ! State and Reign of the head the tomb mews ;
The father has gone and the son’s in his shoes.”  
  چنین گفت دیوانه‌ای هوشیار
چو دیدش پسر روز دیگر سوار
زهی ملک و دوران سر در نشیب
پدر رفت و پای پسر در رکیب
The revolving of Time has but one tale to tell —
It is fleeting, unstable and lying, as well.
When the man, full of days, brought his life to a close,
The promising youth from his cradle arose.  
  چنین است گردیدن روزگار
سبک سیر و بدعهد و ناپایدار
چو دیرینه روزی سرآورد عهد
جوان دولتی سر برآرد ز مهد
Put no trust in the world! for a stranger it roams,
Like the minstrel, who, daily, resides in fresh homes.  
  منه بر جهان دل که بیگانه‌ای است
چو مطرب که هر روز در خانه‌ای است
Unfit is the pleasure a sweetheart supplies,
With whom, ev’ry morning, a fresh husband lies.
  نه لایق بود عیش با دلبری
که هر بامدادش بود شوهری
Show kindness this year, while the village is thine ;
To another, the village, next year, you resign.  
  نکویی کن امسال چون ده تو راست
که سال دگر دیگری دهخداست




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