But if he have not self-restraint, then it were better he had not seen (the food): ’tis better the arrow should be far from the man who is without a coat of mail.640
ور نباشد صبر پس نادیده به ** تیر دور اولی ز مرد بی‌زره
The answer of the peacock to his interrogator.
جواب گفتن طاوس آن سایل را
When he (the peacock) had finished weeping, he said, “Begone, for thou art in pawn (bondage) to colour and perfume.
چون ز گریه فارغ آمد گفت رو ** که تو رنگ و بوی را هستی گرو
Dost not thou perceive that on account of these feathers a hundred afflictions approach me on every side?
آن نمی‌بینی که هر سو صد بلا ** سوی من آید پی این بالها
Oh, many a pitiless fowler always lays a trap for me everywhere for the sake of these feathers.
ای بسا صیاد بی‌رحمت مدام ** بهر این پرها نهد هر سوم دام
How many an archer, for the sake of my plumage, shoots arrows at me (when I am) in the air!
چند تیرانداز بهر بالها ** تیر سوی من کشد اندر هوا
Since I have not strength and self-control (to preserve me) from this destiny and this affliction and these tribulations,645
چون ندارم زور و ضبط خویشتن ** زین قضا و زین بلا و زین فتن
’Tis better I should be ugly and hideous, that I may be safe amidst these mountains and deserts.
آن به آید که شوم زشت و کریه ** تا بوم آمن درین کهسار و تیه
These (feathers) are the weapons of my pride, O noble sir: pride brings a hundred afflictions on the proud.
این سلاح عجب من شد ای فتی ** عجب آرد معجبان را صد بلا
Explaining that accomplishments and intellectual abilities and worldly wealth are enemies to (spiritual) life, like the peacock's feathers.
بیان آنک هنرها و زیرکیها و مال دنیا هم‌چون پرهای طاوس عدو جانست
Accomplishments, then, are a destruction to the (spiritually) ignorant man, for in his pursuit of the bait he does not see the trap.
پس هنر آمد هلاکت خام را ** کز پی دانه نبیند دام را
Free-will is good for him (alone) who is master of himself in (respect of obeying the command) ‘Fear ye (God).’
اختیار آن را نکو باشد که او ** مالک خود باشد اندر اتقوا
When there is no safeguarding (of one's self) and piety, beware, put far (from thee) the instrument (that serves as a means to sin): drop free-will.650
چون نباشد حفظ و تقوی زینهار ** دور کن آلت بینداز اختیار
Those feathers are the object of my display (pride) and freewill: I will tear out the feathers, for they are in quest of my head.
جلوه‌گاه و اختیارم آن پرست ** بر کنم پر را که در قصد سرست
The self-restrained man deems his feathers to be naught, in order that his feathers may not cast him into calamity and bale.
نیست انگارد پر خود را صبور ** تا پرش در نفکند در شر و شور
Therefore his feathers are no harm to him: let him not tear them out, (for) if an arrow (of temptation) come (against him) he will present the shield (of self-restraint).
پس زیانش نیست پر گو بر مکن ** گر رسد تیری به پیش آرد مجن
But to me my beauteous feathers are an enemy, since I cannot restrain myself from making a display.
لیک بر من پر زیبا دشمنیست ** چونک از جلوه‌گری صبریم نیست
If self-restraint and safeguarding had been my guide, my (spiritual) conquest would have been increased by (the exercise of) free-will;655
گر بدی صبر و حفاظم راه‌بر ** بر فزودی ز اختیارم کر و فر
(But) in (the case of) temptations I am like a child or a drunken man: the sword is unsuitable (out of place) in my hand.
هم‌چو طفلم یا چو مست اندر فتن ** نیست لایق تیغ اندر دست من
Had I possessed an intellect and conscience (to restrain me), the sword in my hand would have been (a means of gaining) victory.
گر مرا عقلی بدی و منزجر ** تیغ اندر دست من بودی ظفر
An intellect giving light like the sun is needed to wield the sword that never misses the right direction.
عقل باید نورده چون آفتاب ** تا زند تیغی که نبود جز صواب
Since I do not possess a resplendent intellect and righteousness (in religion), why, then, should not I throw my weapons into the well?
چون ندارم عقل تابان و صلاح ** پس چرا در چاه نندازم سلاح
I now throw my sword and shield into the well; for (otherwise) they will become the weapons of my adversary.660
در چه اندازم کنون تیغ و مجن ** کین سلاح خصم من خواهد شدن
Since I do not possess strength and aid and support, he (the adversary) will seize my sword and smite me with it.
چون ندارم زور و یاری و سند ** تیغم او بستاند و بر من زند
In despite of this fleshly soul and evil-natured one who does not veil her face, I will rend my face,
رغم این نفس وقیحه‌خوی را ** که نپوشد رو خراشم روی را
That this beauty and perfection (of mine) may be impaired. When my face (beauty) remains no more, I shall not fall into woe.
تا شود کم این جمال و این کمال ** چون نماند رو کم افتم در وبال
When I rend (my face) with this intention, ’tis no sin, for this face ought to be covered with wounds.
چون بدین نیت خراشم بزه نیست ** که به زخم این روی را پوشیدنیست