وَزْن Wazn
قل للعميد عميد الملك والأدب
Say to the Vizier, the Pillar of the State and Literatureذكاء اصطناعي AI
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هذا النص بالإنجليزية فقط — لا تتوفر لدينا نسخة عربية منه.
Miskawayh addresses Amid al-Mulk in a festive poem written on the rare coincidence of Eid al-Adha and the Persian festival of Mihrgan falling on the same day. Beneath the celebratory surface, the ageing scholar reflects on his advanced years, the burdens of bodily decline, and the relentless passage of time, balancing philosophical acceptance of old age with a lingering sharpness of wit.
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السياق The story
أنشد مسكويه قصيدة يهنئ فيها عميد الملك بتوافق عيد الأضحى والمهرجان في يوم واحد، ويشكو فيها سوء أثر الهرم وبلوغه أرذل العمر.
المصدر: الموسوعة الشعرية — دائرة الثقافة والسياحة، أبوظبي Source: The Poetry Encyclopedia — Department of Culture and Tourism, Abu Dhabi
القصة مُستخلصة من المصدر بالذكاء الاصطناعي وقد تخطئ This story was extracted from the source by AI and may contain mistakes.
النص Poem text
Tell the Vizier, the pillar of the state and learning, … be blessed in your two feasts, the festival of the Persians and the Arabs.
This one gestures with a morning draught of cloud-born wine, … and that one points at evening toward the daughter of the vine.
A nature chosen for every virtuous deed, … so that if it were called to aught but good, it would not answer.
It is she who plunged me into his affection, … body and soul I would ransom them, not merely by my father.
They restored the dawn of a youth I no longer remember, … bringing back my life from close at hand.
My old age grew sweet to me while death watched me, … with the look of a suspicious watcher; but for them, it would not have sweetened.
An adversary who once grappled with me grew partisan in my defense, … and whenever time treated me ill, he dealt with me kindly.
I attained with the straight pen made from a reed, … what cannot be reached by marching feet or lances.
And I won through striving and through fortune, the two things, … that are the twin desires of every soul and every quest.
If you were to spin the world's millstone, its regions entrusted to you, … it would revolve without a central pivot.
I have reached the utmost limit of my lifespan, … experiencing every western turn and growing familiar with disasters.
Whenever I filled myself with fury against my era, … I found I was merely blowing upon a burning coal.
Time is nothing less than a single day whose tomorrow … is like your yesterday, and the past like what is awaited.
If you wish to wish for the whole of time's existence, … or witness what has passed of bygone centuries,
Then look at the journeys of the people who have gone before, … and observe their battalions from the depths of books.
You will find their differences in excellence widely varied, … though you brought their stations close in lineage.
This one is like a crown upon a head you revere, … while that one is like coarse hair clinging to a tail.
People look alike to the eye, yet between them lies … what lies between God's holy sanctuary and a ruined house.
In the aloe-wood is what the sweet musk is joined to … in fragrance, and in it is refuse cast aside with firewood.
Do not seek wealth through worldly tricks and cunning maneuvers, … for often what is sought arrives without a chase.
The young man's allotted sustenance comes through an obvious cause … that he can see, and sometimes it arrives without a cause.
Contend with the revolving sphere, and it will meet you … with arguments of willingness or dread, whether you wish it or not.
I see it pause for me while it races onward carrying me, … with the headlong gallop of knights at practice.
Like fire devouring whatever sustains it with ravenous greed, … making no distinction between the fragrant naba' wood and the willow.
I have grown stripped and bare while the vicissitudes strip me, … with the steady habit of locusts when they take over the grass.
I have become a debt owed by the world because of my antiquity, … while death's messengers demand payment and put me off.
I have endured the conditions of this age, stepping forward into … its terrors, falling struck down though seeking no conflict.
He who is used to the bite of the sword upon his crown, … finds the snapping of dome-beams light upon his jaw-bones.
الترجمات الإنجليزية مُولّدة بالذكاء الاصطناعي وقد تخطئ English translations are AI-generated and may contain mistakes.