The Seven Trials of Esfandiar

Short storyKhorasani style
English

The Seven Trials of Esfandiar

Now from here on I will tell of the Seven Trials, bringing fresh and brilliant words. If fortune helps me just once, my talent will win through and succeed. I will speak with the support of Shah Mahmud, of that royal glory and that kingly crown. May the king of the world live forever, may the great ones of the earth be his servants. When the sun showed its face in the sky, it adorned the face of the earth with love. When it set the crown on its head in the sign of Aries, both East and West grew glad. The mountains filled with the rumble of thunder, the streams filled with narcissus and tulips. The tulip bringing allure, the narcissus a warning, the hyacinth a reproach, the pomegranate blossom its beauty. The cloud's heart full of fire, its eyes full of tears, like the wailing of Magi, brimming with the flash of anger. As it shows fire, it lets the water pour; at its voice, the head rises from sleep. When you wake, look at the world: it is fine silk, as if Mani had painted China itself. When the world grows bright with the sun, you see the faces of narcissus and tulip full of dew. It says to it with a laugh, 'You bold-eyed one, I weep for love of you, not from pain or anger.' The earth will not smile until the sky weeps; but I would not call the sky the king's open hand. For its rain comes only in spring, unlike the ceaseless generosity of kings. The king's hand is like the sun when it lifts its crown high in Aries. Whether treasure comes forth from dry earth, or the sea's water, or pearls and musk, the sun withholds its light from neither the poor nor the proud, high-necked king. The hand of Shah Abol-Qasem, that king, is just so with the pure and the impure alike. He never grudges giving anything, nor does he rest on the day he sets out to act. When war comes to him, he makes war, and seizes the heads of kings in his grip. To the one who submits, he gives his treasure freely, never thinking of his own hardship. May Mahmud remain the ruler of the world, may his giving and his justice endure. Now, from the old sage who has seen the world, listen to what he says of the Brazen Fortress and learn.
Explanation: Mani was a famous painter, so 'Mani's painting of China' evokes exquisite artistry. The 'Brazen Fortress' (Ruyin Dezh) is the setting of Esfandiar's final trial.

Original · Persian

بخش ۱ - داستان هفتخوان اسفندیار

کنون ز این سپس هفتخوان آورم سخنهای نغز و جوان آورم
اگر بخت یکباره یاری کند بر او طبع من کامگاری کند
بگویم به تأیید محمود شاه بدان فر و آن خسروانی کلاه
که شاه جهان جاودان زنده باد بزرگان گیتی ورا بنده باد
چو خورشید بر چرخ بنمود چهر بیاراست روی زمین را به مهر
به برج حمل تاج بر سر نهاد از او خاور و باختر گشت شاد
پر از غلغل و رعد شد کوهسار پر از نرگس و لاله شد جویبار
ز لاله فریب و ز نرگس نهیب ز سنبل عتیب و ز گلنار زیب
پر آتش دل ابر و پر آب چشم خروش مغانی و پر تاب خشم
چو آتش نماید بپالاید آب ز آواز او سر برآید ز خواب
چو بیدار گردی جهان را ببین که دیباست گر نقش مانی به چین
چو رخشنده گردد جهان ز آفتاب رخ نرگس و لاله بینی پر آب
به خنده بدو گوید ای شوخ چشم به عشق تو گریان نه از درد و خشم
نخندد زمین تا نگرید هوا هوا را نخوانم کف پادشا
که باران او در بهاران بود نه چون همت شهریاران بود
به خورشید ماند همی دست شاه چو اندر حمل برفرازد کلاه
اگر گنج پیش آید از خاک خشک وگر آب دریا و گر در و مشک
ندارد همی روشناییش باز ز درویش وز شاه گردن فراز
کف شاه ابوالقاسم آن پادشا چنین است با پاک و ناپارسا
دریغش نیاید ز بخشیدن ایچ نه آرام گیرد به روز بسیچ
چو جنگ آیدش پیش جنگ آورد سر شهریاران به چنگ آورد
بدان کس که گردن نهد گنج خویش ببخشد نیندیشد از رنج خویش
جهان را جهاندار محمود باد از او بخشش و داد موجود باد
ز رویین دژ اکنون جهاندیده پیر نگر تا چه گوید از او یاد گیر