Return to the tale of the old woman

Return to the tale of the old woman. رجوع به داستان آن کمپیر

چون عروسی خواست رفتن آن خریف موی ابرو پاک کرد آن مستخیف
Since that (crone who was faded as) autumn desired to be wed, that lustful one plucked out the hair of her eyebrows. [Since that (crone who was faded as) autumn desired to be wed, that one (who was) desirous of a (drawn back) foreskin plucked out the hair of her eyebrows.]
پیش رو آیینه بگرفت آن عجوز تا بیاراید رخ و رخسار و پوز
The old woman took the mirror (and held it) before her face, that she might beautify her cheeks and face and mouth.
چند گلگونه بمالید از بطر سفره‌ی رویش نشد پوشیده‌تر
She rubbed (them) gleefully (with) rouge several times, (but) the creases of her face did not become more concealed,
عشرهای مصحف از جا می‌برید می‌بچفسانید بر رو آن پلید
(So) that filthy (hag) was cutting out portions of the Holy Book and sticking them on her face,
تا که سفره‌ی روی او پنهان شود تا نگین حلقه‌ی خوبان شود
In order that the creases of her face might be hidden, and that she might become the bezel in the ring of fair (women).
عشرها بر روی هر جا می‌نهاد چونک بر می‌بست چادر می‌فتاد
She was putting (these) bits of the Book all over her face, (but) they always dropped off when she put on her chádar (veil);
باز او آن عشرها را با خدو می‌بچفسانید بر اطراف رو
Then she would stick them on again with spittle on all sides of her face,
باز چادر راست کردی آن تکین عشرها افتادی از رو بر زمین
And once more that bezel (paragon of beauty) would arrange her veil, and (again) the bits of the Book would fall from her face to the ground.
چون بسی می‌کرد فن و آن می‌فتاد گفت صد لعنت بر آن ابلیس باد
Since they always dropped off though she tried many an artifice, (at last) she exclaimed, “A hundred curses on Iblís!”
شد مصور آن زمان ابلیس زود گفت ای قحبه‌ی قدید بی‌ورود
Immediately Iblís took (visible) shape and said (to her), “O luckless dried-up harlot,
من همه عمر این نیندیشیده‌ام نه ز جز تو قحبه‌ای این دیده‌ام
In all my life I have never thought of this: I have never seen this (impiety practised) by any harlot except thee.
تخم نادر در فضیحت کاشتی در جهان تو مصحفی نگذاشتی
Thou hast sown unique seed in (the field of) infamy: thou hast not left a single Scripture (Qur’án) in the world.
صد بلیسی تو خمیس اندر خمیس ترک من گوی ای عجوزه‌ی دردبیس
Thou art a hundred Devils, troop on troop: let me alone, O foul hag!”
چند دزدی عشر از علم کتاب تا شود رویت ملون هم‌چو سیب
How long will you steal portions of the lore of the Book, in order that your face may be coloured like an apple?
چند دزدی حرف مردان خدا تا فروشی و ستانی مرحبا
How long will you steal the words of the men of God, that you may sell (them) and obtain applause (from the crowd)?
رنگ بر بسته ترا گلگون نکرد شاخ بر بسته فن عرجون نکرد
The daubed-on colour never made you (really) rosy; the tied-on bough never performed the function of the (fruit-bearing) stump (from which the dates are cut off).
عاقبت چون چادر مرگت رسد از رخت این عشرها اندر فتد
At last, when the veil of death comes over you, these bits of the Book drop away from your face.
چونک آید خیزخیزان رحیل گم شود زان پس فنون قال و قیل
When the call comes to arise and depart, thereafter (all) the arts of disputation vanish.
عالم خاموشی آید پیش بیست وای آنک در درون انسیش نیست
The world of silence comes into view. Stop (talking)! Alas for him that hath not a familiarity (with silence) within him!
صیقلی کن یک دو روزی سینه را دفتر خود ساز آن آیینه را
Polish your breast (heart) for a day or two: make that mirror your book (of meditation),
که ز سایه‌ی یوسف صاحب‌قران شد زلیخای عجوز از سر جوان
For from (seeing) the reflexion of the imperial Joseph old Zalíkhá became young anew.
می‌شود مبدل به خورشید تموز آن مزاح بارد برد العجوز
The chilly temperature of “the old woman’s cold spell” is changed (into heat) by the sun of Tamúz (July).
می‌شود مبدل بسوز مریمی شاخ لب خشکی به نخلی خرمی
A dry-lipped bough is changed into a flourishing palm-tree by the burning (anguish) of a Mary.
ای عجوزه چند کوشی با قضا نقد جو اکنون رها کن ما مضی
O (you who are like the) old woman, how long will you strive with the (Divine) destiny? Seek the cash now: let bygones be.
چون رخت را نیست در خوبی امید خواه گلگونه نه و خواهی مداد
Since your face hath no hope of (acquiring) beauty, you may either put rouge (on it) or, if you wish, ink.


 

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