Story of the king's falcon and the decrepit old woman.
(If) you give a white falcon to a decrepit old woman, she
will clip
its
talons for the sake of (its
supposed) welfare.
The blind old woman will blindly
clip the talons
which are the source of its usefulness in
the chase,
2630. Saying, “Where has your mother been, that your talons are so long, O prince?”
She clipped its talons and
beak and wings:
the filthy old hag
does this at the time of (at the time
when she is moved
by)
affection.
When she gives it tutmáj, it will not eat; (then) she is enraged and
tears up her
feelings of
affection,
Saying, “I have cooked such (fine) tutmáj for you, and you
art showing pride and insolence. You
deservest to be in that trouble
and affliction: how
should happiness and
prosperity be
suitable for thee?”
2635. She gives it the tutmáj broth, saying, “Take
this, if you do not wish to eat of the pastry.”
The falcon's
nature does not accept (rejects) tutmáj broth: the old
woman frowns, and
her
anger is prolonged.
In her rage
the woman pours
down the burning hot soup on its head: the crown
of its head is made bald.
On account of the burning
pain the tears pour down
from its eye: it
remembers the kindness of
the heart-delighting king.
(Tears pour) from those
two charming coquettish eyes, which
possess a hundred perfections
(derived) from the countenance
of the king.
2640. Its eye
that turned not aside (ma zágh) has become
full of wounds inflicted by the crow
(zágh): the good
eye is (smitten) with pain
and anguish
by the evil eye.
(It has) an eye with the (vast)
range of the
sea, (an eye)
from the (immense) range whereof
both the worlds appear (no bigger
than) a thread of hair.
If thousands of spheres should enter into its eye, they would vanish like a fountain before the
ocean.
The eye that has
passed beyond
these objects of sense-perception and won
kisses from
vision of the Unseen—
Verily, I do not find a single ear to which
I should tell
a mystery concerning that beauteous eye.
2645. (If) the lauded
and august water were to trickle (from that
eye), Gabriel would
(eagerly) carry off its drops,
That he
might rub them
on his wings and
beak, if that person of goodly practice give him
permission.
The falcon says, “If the
anger of the old crone has blazed forth, (yet) it has not consumed
my
glory and splendour and self-denial and knowledge.
The falcon, (which is) my spirit, will still weave a hundred forms: the blow falls on the
she-camel, not on Sálih.
At a single
awful breath
that Sálih heaves, the back
(womb) of the
mountain will bring
to
birth a
hundred such she-camels.”
2650. (My) heart is saying, “Be silent and observe discretion;
otherwise, the (Divine) jealousy will
end the warp and woof (of
your existence).”
His jealousy has a hundred hidden clemencies; else in one moment it would consume a hundred worlds.
Kingly pride seized the place of (left
no room for)
admonition
in him
(Pharaoh), so that he wrenched his heart away from
the bonds of
admonition,
Saying, “I will take counsel with Hámán, for he is the support of the
kingdom and the
pivot of power.”
The Lord's veracious witness
was the counsellor of Mustafá
(Mohammed); Bú Lahab
became the counsellor of Bú Jahl.
2655. The homogeneity rooted in his nature
drew him (towards
Hámán) so (strongly)
that those admonishments (of
Ásiya) became irksome
to him.
Congener flies to congener with a hundred wings and rives (all) bounds asunder in the fancy
(desire) for him (who is
congenial).
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