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دفتر پنجم - بخش ۱۱۳ - حکایت شیخ محمد سررزی غزنوی قدس الله سره / Book Five - Section 113 - The Story of Sheikh Muhammad Sar-Razi of Ghazna, May God Sanctify His Secret

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زاهدی در غزنی از دانش مزی
بد محمد نام و کنیت سررزی

بود افطارش سر رز هر شبی
هفت سال او دایم اندر مطلبی

بس عجایب دید از شاه وجود
لیک مقصودش جمال شاه بود

بر سر که رفت آن از خویش سیر
گفت بنما یا فتادم من به زیر

گفت نامد مهلت آن مکرمت
ور فرو افتی نمیری نکشمت

او فرو افکند خود را از وداد
در میان عمق آبی اوفتاد

چون نمرد از نکس آن جان سیر مرد
از فراق مرگ بر خود نوحه کرد

کین حیات او را چو مرگی می نمود
کار پیشش بازگونه گشته بود

موت را از غیب می کرد او کدی
ان فی موتی حیاتی می زدی

موت را چون زندگی قابل شده
با هلاک جان خود یک دل شده

سیف و خنجر چون علی ریحان او
نرگس و نسرین عدوی جان او

بانگ آمد رو ز صحرا سوی شهر
بانگ طرفه از ورای سر و جهر

گفت ای دانای رازم مو به مو
چه کنم در شهر از خدمت بگو

گفت خدمت آنک بهر ذل نفس
خویش را سازی تو چون عباس دبس

مدتی از اغنیا زر می ستان
پس به درویشان مسکین می رسان

خدمتت اینست تا یک چند گاه
گفت سمعا طاعة ای جان پناه

بس سؤال و بس جواب و ماجرا
بد میان زاهد و رب الوری

که زمین و آسمان پر نور شد
در مقالات آن همه مذکور شد

لیک کوته کردم آن گفتار را
تا ننوشد هر خسی اسرار را

English translation

An ascetic lived in Ghazna, distinguished by his knowledge; his name was Muhammad and his surname was Sar-razi. Every night his breaking of fast was with the tips of vine-leaves; for seven years he was constantly in pursuit of his quest. He saw many wonders from the King of Existence, but his sole desire was the beauty of the King. Weary of himself, he went to the top of a mountain and said: 'Reveal Thyself, or I will throw myself down.' The voice said: 'The time has not yet come for that favor; and if you throw yourself down, you will not die, nor will I slay you.' Out of love, he cast himself down and fell into the depths of a body of water. Since he did not die from that plunge, that soul-weary man lamented over his separation from death, For this life seemed to him like death; things had become reversed in his sight. He begged for death from the Unseen, chanting: 'Indeed, in my death is my life!' Death had become acceptable to him like life, and he had become one in heart with the destruction of his soul. Sword and dagger were like sweet basil to him, while narcissus and wild rose were the enemies of his life. A voice came: 'Go from the desert to the city'—a wondrous voice from beyond secrecy and openness. He said: 'O Knower of my secrets, hair by hair, tell me what service I should perform in the city.' He replied: 'The service is that, for the sake of self-humiliation, you make yourself like Abbas, the syrup-seller. For a time, take gold from the rich, and then deliver it to the poor and needy. This is your service for a while.' He said: 'I hear and obey, O Refuge of the Soul!' Many questions, answers, and adventures took place between the ascetic and the Lord of Mankind, So that earth and heaven were filled with light, and all of that has been mentioned in the spiritual discourses. But I have shortened that discourse, so that not every base person should drink of these mysteries.

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