In Praise of Ala al-Din Ata-Malik Juvayni, the Chief Minister

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In Praise of Ala al-Din Ata-Malik Juvayni, the Chief Minister

If anyone wants to study the highest heaven, come and study the fresh springtime of the earth. It is no wonder if roses and wild lilies burst out of clay, for the One who fashions Adam's form from a mere strand of clay. A wise Lord who seals the laughing rose's face inside a bud, like an embryo in the womb. It is fitting to lay the face of worship at the door of His command, for a painter who can draw a picture like this. Look at the blessings of the land of Shiraz and its heavenly beauties; glance through any window and you will see wide-eyed maidens of paradise. Beauties with wondrous faces have taken over the promenade, faces that leave the idol-carvers of China helpless when they gaze. The Turks, with bows for eyebrows and arrows of bewitching glances, have set an ambush against the hearts of grieving lovers. A thousand heartbroken cries rise from every side, as the king's servants fill his saddle-house. The water ripples and churns under the threat of the spring wind, like an angry lover knotting his brow. Perhaps the blossom smiled and its perfume rose, for a wail broke out in the meadow among the mournful nightingales. Bring the wine, cupbearer of the gathering; tell the friendly minstrel to play, for it has been too long that companions have not seen their companion. A thousand nightingales sing upon the rose, like Sa'di, prayers for the just chief minister, Ala of the state and faith. Minister of East and West, trustee of Mecca and Medina, for no kingdom has a keeper and trustee like him. A world of virtue and generosity, the ornament of the office of the vizier, who has set even the most favored courtiers below his hand. In that sanctuary where they lay out four cushions of honor for him, even the great lords who sit at the head reach no further than his threshold. When the morning breeze stirs the lion on his banner, the lion in his den loses all courage to attack, out of dread. With gentle persuasion and wisdom he makes the kings of the earth as obedient and captive to him as a slave bought and owned. To take the enemy's land, what need has he of a catapult, when his terror alone shakes their fortified towers? A learned and just minister, by the agreement of the wise, is the shelter of the realm and of the king of the earth. The spearpoint of his fortune strikes the enemies of state and faith the way a shooting star strikes the accursed demon. In the era of his rule no hand of oppression remains outstretched, except the silvery forearms and plump arms of the beauties. The hand of hope always clutches the hem of his bounty, like a debtor who seizes the sleeve of his guarantor. For my thoughts to explain his special qualities in detail is needless effort, for what is certain needs no commentary. If someone points out a crescent moon, that is nothing strange; but what need is there for me to point out the clear, blazing sun? In this garden where even the nightingale cannot find its voice, look, you bold-eyed one, at the fly that dares to raise its buzz. O you whose crown of power has reached such a height that even the highest heaven cannot touch that rank. If I write of my longing, no words can do it justice; I am as devoted a lover to you as the thirsty man to pure water. By the dust of your feet, my oath is a binding, unbroken vow, for since the time I learned to tell my right hand from my left. For the needs of this world I fix no hope on people, for the mean and grudging man endures the greatest torment. You know the worth of merit, for you are a man of merit and knowledge; what does a seller of cheap glass know of the price of a precious pearl? May your keeper and helper be God, for you will never find a keeper and helper better than God. May your fathers' resting places be drowned in mercy, for they raised sons as wise and clear-headed as you. In speech I bind two lines together so gracefully that people of meaning might well take them as their daily litany. Eat and give away, for this world is good for nothing except for what you send ahead of yourself for the Last Day.
Explanation: The 'Turks' here are the beautiful youths of Persian poetry, standard symbols of beloved figures. 'Slave bought and owned' renders 'malak yamin,' a Quranic phrase for a possession held in the right hand.

Original · Persian

قصیدهٔ شمارهٔ ۲ - در ستایش علاء الدین عطاملک جوینی صاحب دیوان

اگر مطالعه خواهد کسی بهشت برین را بیا مطالعه کن گو به نوبهار زمین را
شگفت نیست گر از طین به در کند گل و نسرین همانکه صورت آدم کند سلالهٔ طین را
حکیم بار خدایی که صورت گل خندان درون غنچه ببندد چو در مشیمه جنین را
سزد که روی عبادت نهند بر در حکمش مصوری که تواند نگاشت نقش چنین را
نعیم خطهٔ شیراز و لعبتان بهشتی ز هر دریچه نگه کن که حور بینی و عین را
گرفته راه تماشا بدیع چهره بتانی که در مشاهده عاجز کنند بتگر چین را
کمان ابرو ترکان به تیر غمزهٔ جادو گشاده بر دل عشاق مستمند کمین را
هزار نالهٔ بیدل ز هر کنار برآید چو پر کنند غلامان شاه، خانهٔ زین را
به هم برآمده آب از نهیب باد بهاری مثال شاهد غضبان گره فکنده جبین را
مگر شکوفه بخندید و بوی عطر برآمد که ناله در چمن افتاد بلبلان حزین را
بیار ساقی مجلس، بگوی مطرب مونس که دیر شد که قرینان ندیده‌اند قرین را
هزاردستان بر گل سخن سرای چو سعدی دعای صاحب عادل علاء دولت و دین را
وزیر مشرق و مغرب امین مکه و یثرب که هیچ ملک ندارد چنو حفیظ و امین را
جهان فضل و فتوت جمال دست وزارت که زیر دست نشانده مقربان مکین را
در آن حرم که نهندش چهار بالش حرمت جز آستان نرسد خواجگان صدرنشین را
چو شیر رایت وی را کند صبا متحرک مجال حمله نماند ز هول شیر عرین را
ملوک روی زمین را به استمالت و حکمت چنان مطیع و مسخر کند که ملک یمین را
دیار دشمن وی را به منجنیق چه حاجت که رعب او متزلزل کند بروج حصین را
وزیر عالم و عادل به اتفاق افاضل پناه ملک بود پادشاه روی زمین را
سنان دولت او دشمنان دولت و دین را چنان زند که سنان ستاره دیو لعین را
به عهد ملک وی اندر نماند دست تطاول مگر سواعد سیمین و بازوان سمین را
همیشه دست توقع گرفته دامن فضلش چو وامدار که دریابد آستین ضمین را
شروح فکر من اندر بیان خاصیت او تکلف است که حاجت به شرح نیست یقین را
هلال اگر بنماید کسی بدیع نباشد چه حاجت است که بنمایم آفتاب مبین را
در این حدیقه که بلبل زبان نطق ندارد تو شوخ دیده مگس بین که برگرفت طنین را
ایا رسیده به جایی کلاه گوشهٔ قدرت که دست نیست بر آن پایه آسمان برین را
گر اشتیاق نویسم به وصف راست نیاید چنان مرید محبم که تشنه ماء معین را
به خاک پای تو ماند یمین غیر مکفر کزان زمان که بدانستم از یسار یمین را
برای حاجت دنیا طمع به خلق نبندم که تنگ چشم تحمل کند عذاب مهین را
تو قدر فضل شناسی که اهل فضلی و دانش شبه فروش چه داند بهای در ثمین را
نگاهدار و معینت خدای بود که هرگز به از خدای نبینی نگاهدار و معین را
مضاجع پدرانت غریق باد به رحمت که چون تو عاقل و هشیار پرورند بنین را
در سخن به دو مصرع چنان لطیف ببندم که شاید اهل معانی که ورد خود کند این را
بخور ببخش که دنیا به هیچ کار نیاید جز آنکه پیش فرستند روز بازپسین را