Story of Omar, Commander of the Faithful (MAY GOD REWARD HIM!) حکایت عمر فروانروای با ایمان

Bustan Saadi بوستان سعدی

Saint Omar? I’ve heard, in a rough, narrow road,
On a poor beggar’s instep by accident trode.
Who he was, the poor beggar distressed did not know,
For a sufferer knows not a friend from a foe.
گدایی شنیدم که در تنگ جای
نهادش عمر پای بر پشت پای
ندانست بیچاره درویش کوست
که رنجیده دشمن نداند ز دوست
“You surely are blind! ” in a passion, he cried
Saint Omar, the chief of the just, thus replied:
“I’m not blind; yet a fault I’ve committed to-day,
Without my intending; forgive me! I pray.”
برآشفت بر وی که کوری مگر؟
بدو گفت سالار عادل عمر
نه کورم ولیکن خطا رفت کار
ندانستم از من گنه در گذار
What judges the chiefs of religion were then,
Since they acted like this towards poor, subject men.
In the man choosing wisdom, humility’s found;
The branch bearing fruit bends its head to the ground.
چه منصف بزرگان دین بودهاند
که با زیر دستان چنین بودهاند
فروتن بود هوشمند گزین
نهد شاخ پر میوه سر بر زمین
Those who practise abasement are happy at last;
The heads of the haughty from shame are downcast.
If concerning the day of account you have fear,
Overlook the defects of those dreading you here!
بنازند فردا تواضع کنان
نگون از خجالت سر گرد نان
اگر میبترسی ز روز شمار
ازان کز تو ترسد خطا در گذار
By oppression, oh Brave! make not subjects repine!
For a hand, too, exists that is higher than thine.
مکن خیره بر زیر دستان ستم
که دستی است بالای دست تو هم


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