بخش 87 - مبالغه کردن موش در لابه و زاری و وصلت جستن از چغز آبی

He (the mouse) said, “O dear and affectionate friend, without (seeing) thy face I have not a moment's rest.

By day thou art my light and (power of) acquisition and strength; by night thou art my rest and comfort and sleep.

It would be a generous act if thou wouldst make me happy and kindly remember me early and late.

During (the period of) a (whole) day and night thou hast allowed me (only) breakfast-time for access (to thee), O well-wisher.

Thou, O prince, art unconcerned with my passion: pay the poor-tax on thy high estate, look (kindly) on (this) poor wretch.

This poor unmannerly wretch is not worthy (of thy favour); but thy universal grace is superior to (regard for) that.

Its light suffers no loss thereby, and the ordure is made dry and (fit for) fuel,

So that the ordure goes into a bath-furnace, is converted into light, and illumines the door and wall of a bath-house.

(Formerly) it was a defilement, now it has become an adornment, since the sun chanted that spell (exerted that powerful influence) upon it.

The sun also warms the belly of the earth, so that the earth consumes the remaining ordures.

They become a part of the earth, and herbage springs up from them: even so doth God wipe out evil actions.

To ordure, which is the worst (of things), He does this (favour), that He makes it herbage and narcissus and eglantine.

(Judge, then), what God bestows in (the way of) recompense and bounty on the eglantines (good works) of devotion (performed) faithfully.

Since He confers such a robe of honour on the wicked, (consider) what He bestows on the righteous in the place where He waits (for them).

God gives them that which no eye hath beheld, that which is not comprehensible in any tongue or language.

Who are we to (aspire to) this? Come, my friend, make my day bright with (thy) goodly disposition.

Do not regard my ugliness and hatefulness, though I am as venomous as a mountain-snake.

Oh, I am ugly and all my qualities are ugly: since He planted me as a thorn, how should I become a rose?

Bestow on the thorn the springtide of the rose's beauty: bestow on this snake the loveliness of the peacock!

I have reached the limit in perfection of ugliness: thy grace has reached the limit in excellence and accomplishment.

Do thou grant the boon sought by this consummate one from that consummate one, O thou who art the envy of the tall cypress.

When I die, thy bounty, though it is exempt from need, will weep for kindness' sake.

It will sit beside my grave a long while: tears will gush from its gracious eye.

It will mourn for my deprivation (of beauty), it will shut its eyes to my abjectness.

Bestow a little of those favours now, put a few of those (kind) words as a ring into my ear!

That which thou wilt say (hereafter) to my dust—strew it (now) upon my sorrowful perception!”