Bustan Saadi بوستان سعدی
| There dwelt in Ardbil, once, a man of strong thew, Who could pierce with his arrows a spade through and through. To fight him a man clothed in felt came from far A strife-raising youth and promoter of war | یکی آهنین پنجه در اردبیل همی بگذرانید پیلک ز پیل نمد پوشی آمد به جنگش فراز جوانی جهان سوز پیکار ساز |
| He was like Bihram-Ghor, in his search for a fray; On his shoulder a noose of wild ass’s skin lay. | به پرخاش جستن چو بهرام گور کمندی به کتفش بر از خام گور |
| چو دید اردبیلی نمد پاره پوش کمان در زه آورده و زه را به گوش | |
| Fifty arrows of poplar he shot at this foe; Through the armour of felt not an arrow would go. Like the hero Dastan the brave youth joined the fight; In the coil of his noose snared his enemy tight | به پنجاه تیر خدنگش بزد که یک چوبه بیرون نرفت از نمد درآمد نمدپوش چون سام گرد به خم کمندش درآورد و برد |
| To the door of his tent, in the camp-pitching ground, His hands to his neck, like a robber’s, he bound. He slept not, from pride and from shame, all the night; A slave shputed out from a tent, at daylight: | به لشکرگهش برد و در خیمه دست چو دزدان خونی به گردن ببست شب از غیرت و شرمساری نخفت سحرگه پرستاری از خیمه گفت |
| ” As the felt-clad one’s prisoner, why are you here, Who can penetrate iron with arrows and spear? I have heard he wept blood, and thus said in reply: “Don’t you know you can’t live when the Fates bid you die? | تو کهن به ناوک بدوزی و تیر نمدپوش را چون فتادی اسیر؟ شنیدم که می‌گفت و خون می‌گریست ندانی که روز اجل کس نزیست؟ |
| xI am he who in using the sword and the dart, Could the tactics of war unto Rustam impart. When the arm of my fortune was strong in degree, A thick iron spade seemed like felt unto me. | من آنم که در شیوه طعن و ضرب به رستم در آموزم آداب حرب چو بازوی بختم قوی حال بود ستبری پیلم نمد می‌نمود |
| But now that good luck from my fingers has strayed, Felt in front of my shafts, is as good as a spade.” When Death comes, a spear will pierce armour, indeed, But will not pierce a shirt, if it is not decreed. | کنونم که در پنجه اقبیل نیست نمد پیش تیرم کم از پیل نیست به روز اجل نیزه جوشن درد ز پیراهن بی اجل نگذرد |
| He who has the fell sabre of death at his rear, Will be mide, though his armour should triple appear. And should Fortune befriend -and Time’s aid he obtain, Though naked, he cannot by dagger be slain. | کرا تیغ قهر اجل در قفاست برهنه‌ست اگر جوشنش چند لاست ورش بخت یاور بود، دهر پشت برهنه نشاید به ساطور کشت |
| The sage by his striving escaped not from fate, And the fool did not die from the rubbish he ate. | نه دانا به سعی از اجل جان ببرد نه نادان به ناساز خوردن بمرد |
Special Offers
by: Reza about (category: Bustan Saadi)
Reza is an experienced Persian instructor who has been tutoring students since 2008. He is the founder of Learn Persian Online, a tutoring company that has helped many students learn Persian, this beautiful language. He works with students individually and in group settings, he tutors both live and online Persian courses. Reza provides an individualized custom learning plan and the personalized attention that makes a difference in how people view Persian learning process.
What people say about "Story of the archer and the youth clothed in felt حکایت تیرانداز اردبیلی"?
No one replied yet.