Part 3

Khorasani style
English

Part 3

When Delaray heard those words, she let out one cold sigh from her heart. She wept blood from her eyes for Dara, for now he lay evil-struck beneath the earth. She called the scribe to her side, her lashes scattering blood across her face. She composed a fine reply to that letter, words full of meaning and good fortune. First she gave praise to the Creator, the ruler of the world, the just Provider. Then she spoke of the turning heavens, from which come strife, and peace, and love. We had wished for Dara's glory, and adorned our tongue with his name. Now that his time has passed away, his royal head has become the wood of a coffin. I wish you goodness in this world, greatness, victory, and kingship. I want the world to bend to your desire; in this I hide nothing, I say it openly. I heard all the loving things you said; may the heavens rejoice in your soul. As for that tomb, the gallows, and Mahyar, the punishment of Janushyar's ill-wisher, when a man spills his master's blood, he does not linger long in this world. And as for the peace you sought, you spent many days offering counsel. Kings do not stoop to servitude, no crowned one seeks the role of a slave. In place of the king of kings, you are ours; as the sun outshines the moon, you are ours. May nothing in the world but your wish come to pass, and may your name always grace the palaces. And when you made mention of Roshanak, you gladdened our heart with that longing. We are your servants, we are your slaves, our heads bowed before your command and will. She sent him her greetings and wrote her reply, a fine answer, as lovely as paradise. Since the king of the age has chosen you, no one dares turn his head from your judgment. We have written letters to the great lords, to the noble-born and the warriors, saying: Dara's command is your command, let no one break faith with your covenant. She gave the messenger robes and a purse of gold, and shared with him every kind of treasure. When the Roman reached Alexander, he recounted all he had seen and heard, of that throne, that court, and its splendor, you would say the king still lived upon his seat. Alexander was gladdened by his words, and calmly set the royal crown upon his head.
Explanation: Delaray is Dara's (Darius') widow; the 'turning heavens' is a standard Persian image for fate. Weeping blood signals extreme grief.

Original · Persian

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دلارای چون آن سخنها شنید یکی باد سرد از جگر برکشید
ز دارا ز دیده ببارید خون که بد ریخته زیر خاک اندرون
نویسندهٔ نامه را پیش خواند همه خون ز مژگان به رخ برفشاند
مر آن نامه را خوب پاسخ نوشت سخنهای با مغز و فرخ نوشت
نخست آفرین کرد بر کردگار جهاندار دادار پروردگار
دگر گفت کز کار گردان سپهر کزویست پرخاش و آرام و مهر
همی فر دارا همی خواستیم زبان را به نام وی آراستیم
کنون چون زمان وی اندر گذشت سر گاه او چوب تابوت گشت
ترا خواهم اندر جهان نیکوی بزرگی و پیروزی و خسروی
به کام تو خواهم که باشد جهان برین آشکارا ندارم نهان
شنیدم همه هرچ گفتی ز مهر که از جان تو شاد بادا سپهر
ازان دخمه و دار وز ماهیار مکافات بدخواه جانوشیار
چو خون خداوند ریزد کسی به گیتی درنگش نباشد بسی
دگر آنک جستی همی آشتی بسی روز با پند بگذاشتی
نیاید ز شاهان پرستندگی نجوید کس از تاجور بندگی
به جای شهنشاه ما را توی چو خورشید شد ماه ما را توی
مبادا به گیتی به جز کام تو همیشه بر ایوانها نام تو
دگر آنک از روشنک یاد کرد دل ما بدان آرزو شاد کرد
پرستندهٔ تست ما بنده‌ایم به فرمان و رایت سرافگنده‌ایم
درودت فرستاد و پاسخ نوشت یکی خوب پاسخ بسان بهشت
چو شاه زمانه ترا برگزید سر از رای او کس نیارد کشید
نوشتیم نامه سوی مهتران به پهلو نژادان جنگاوران
که فرمان داراست فرمان تو نپیچد کسی سر ز پیمان تو
فرستاده را جامه و بدره داد ز گنجش ز هرگونه‌ای بهره داد
چو رومی به نزد سکندر رسید همه یاد کرد آنچ دید و شنید
وزان تخت و آیین و آن بارگاه تو گفتی که زنده‌ست بر گاه شاه
سکندر ز گفتار او گشت شاد به آرام تاج کیی بر نهاد