در معنی اینکہ افلاطون

راہب دیرینہ افلاطون حکیماز گروہ گوسفندان قدیم

Plato, the prime ascetic and sage was one of that ancient flock of sheep.

رخش او در ظلمت معقول گمدر کہستان وجود افکندہ سم

His Pegasus went astray in the darkness of idealism and dropped its shoe amidst the rocks of actuality.

آنچنان افسون نامحسوس خورداعتبار از دست و چشم و گوش برد

He was so fascinated by the invisible that he made hand, eye, and ear of no account.

گفت سر زندگی در مردن استشمع را صد جلوہ از افسردن است

‘To die’, said he, ‘is the secret of Life: The candle is glorified by being put out.’

بر تخیلہای ما فرمان رواستجام او خواب آور و گیتی رباست

He dominates our thinking; his cup sends us to sleep and takes the sensible world away from us.

گوسفندی در لباس آدم استحکم او بر جان صوفی محکم است

He is a sheep in man's clothing, the soul of the Sufi bows to his authority.

عقل خود را بر سر گردون رساندعالم اسباب را افسانہ خواند

He soared with his intellect to the highest heaven and called the world of phenomena a myth.

کار او تحلیل اجزای حیاتقطع شاخ سرو رعنای حیات

’Twas his work to dissolve the structure of Life; and cut the bough of Life's fair tree asunder.

فکر افلاطون زیان را سود گفتحکمت او بود را نابود گفت

The thought of Plato regarded loss as profit; his philosophy declared that being is not-being.

فطرتش خوابید و خوابی آفریدچشم ہوش او سرابی آفرید

His nature drowsed and created a dream; his mind's eye created a mirage.

بسکہ از ذوق عمل محروم بودجان او وارفتہ ی معدوم بود

Since he was without any taste for action; his soul was enraptured by the nonexistent.

منکر ہنگامہ ی موجود گشتخالق اعیان نامشہود گشت

He disbelieved in the material universe and became the creator of invisible Ideas.

زندہ جان را عالم امکان خوش استمردہ دل را عالم اعیان خوش است

Sweet is the world of phenomena to the living spirit; dear is the world of Ideas to the dead spirit:

آہوش بے بہرہ از لطف خراملذت رفتار بر کبکش حرام

Its gazelles have no grave of movement; its partridges are denied the pleasure of walking daintily.

شبنمش از طاقت رم بے نصیبطایرش را سینہ از دم بے نصیب

Its dewdrops are unable to quiver; its birds have no breath in their breasts.

ذوق روئیدن ندارد دانہ اشاز طپیدن بے خبر پروانہ اش

Its seed does not desire to grow. Its moths do not know how to flutter.

راہب ما چارہ غیر از رم نداشتطاقت غوغای این عالم نداشت

Our recluse had no remedy but flight: He could not endure the noise of this world.

دل بسوز شعلہ ی افسردہ بستنقش آن دنیای افیون خوردہ بست

He set his heart on the glow of a quenched flame and depicted a word steeped in opium.

از نشیمن سوی گردون پر گشودباز سوی آشیان نامد فرود

He spread his wings towards the sky and never came down to his nest again.

در خم گردون خیال او گم استمن ندانم درد یا خشت خم است

His fantasy is sunk in the jar of heaven: I know not whether it is the dregs or brick of the wine-jar.

قومہا از سکر او مسموم گشتخفت و از ذوق عمل محروم گشت

The peoples were poisoned by his intoxication: He slumbered and took no delight in deeds.