Story of the poor dervish حکایت درویش فقیر

Bustan Saadi بوستان سعدی

How aptly the indigent Dervish thus spoke —
Who did penance at night, which at daybreak he broke
“If repentance to us He vouchsafe, it is right!
For unstable’s our promise and wanting in might.”
چه خوش گفت درویش کوتاه دست
که شب توبه کرد و سحرگه شکست
گر او توبه بخشد بماند درست
که پیمان ما بی ثبات است و سست
By Thy Godhead! from lies sew my eyelids up well!
By Thy light! do not burn me to-morrow in Hell!
My face from my poorness has gone to the ground;
The dust of my sins in the Heav’ns may be found.
به حقت که چشمم ز باطل بدوز
به نورت که فردا به نارم مسوز
ز مسکینیم روی در خاک رفت
غبار گناهم بر افلاک رفت
For a little, oh cloud of compassion, rain some!
For in presence of rain, dust will, surely, not come.
From my sins, in this country no honour have!
And yet, have no way to another to fly.
تو یک نوبت ای ابر رحمت ببار
که در پیش باران نپاید غبار
ز جرمم در این مملکت جاه نیست
ولیکن به ملکی دگر راه نیست
Of the state of the hearts of the dumb, Thou’rt aware;
Thou anointest the hearts of the wounded with care.
تو دانی ضمیر زبان بستگان
تو مرهم نهی بر دل خستگان


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