1Cademy - دفتر اول - بخش ۱۶۷ - گفتن پیغامبر صلی الله علیه و سلم به گوش رکابدار امیرالمؤمنین علی کرم الله وجهه کی کشتن علی بر دست تو خواهد بودن خبرت کردم / Book One - Section 167 - The Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, speaking into the ear of the stirrup-holder of the Commander of the Faithful Ali, may God honor his face, that The killing of Ali will be by your hand, I have informed you

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مثنوی معنوی: دفتر اول / Masnavi: Book One
دفتر اول - بخش ۱۶۶ - جواب گفتن امیر المؤمنین کی سبب افکندن شمشیر از دست چه بوده است در آن حالت / Book One - Section 166 - The Commander of the Faithful Answering What Was the Cause of Dropping the Sword from His Hand in That State

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دفتر اول - بخش ۱۶۷ - گفتن پیغامبر صلی الله علیه و سلم به گوش رکابدار امیرالمؤمنین علی کرم الله وجهه کی کشتن علی بر دست تو خواهد بودن خبرت کردم / Book One - Section 167 - The Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, speaking into the ear of the stirrup-holder of the Commander of the Faithful Ali, may God honor his face, that 'The killing of Ali will be by your hand, I have informed you'

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من چنان مردم که بر خونی خویش
نوش لطف من نشد در قهر نیش

گفت پیغامبر به گوش چاکرم
کو برد روزی ز گردن این سرم

کرد آگه آن رسول از وحی دوست
که هلاکم عاقبت بر دست اوست

او همی گوید بکش پیشین مرا
تا نیاید از من این منکر خطا

من همی گویم چو مرگ من ز تست
با قضا من چون توانم حیله جست

او همی افتد به پیشم کای کریم
مر مرا کن از برای حق دو نیم

تا نه آید بر من این انجام بد
تا نسوزد جان من بر جان خود

من همی گویم برو جف القلم
زان قلم بس سرنگون گردد علم

هیچ بغضی نیست در جانم ز تو
زانک این را من نمی دانم ز تو

آلت حقی تو فاعل دست حق
چون زنم بر آلت حق طعن و دق

گفت او پس آن قصاص از بهر چیست
گفت هم از حق و آن سر خفیست

گر کند بر فعل خود او اعتراض
ز اعتراض خود برویاند ریاض

اعتراض او را رسد بر فعل خود
زانک در قهرست و در لطف او احد

اندرین شهر حوادث میر اوست
در ممالک مالک تدبیر اوست

آلت خود را اگر او بشکند
آن شکسته گشته را نیکو کند

رمز ننسخ آیة او ننسها
نات خیرا در عقب می دان مها

هر شریعت را که حق منسوخ کرد
او گیا برد و عوض آورد ورد

شب کند منسوخ شغل روز را
بین جمادی خرد افروز را

باز شب منسوخ شد از نور روز
تا جمادی سوخت زان آتش فروز

گرچه ظلمت آمد آن نوم و سبات
نه درون ظلمتست آب حیات

نه در آن ظلمت خردها تازه شد
سکته ای سرمایهٔ آوازه شد

که ز ضدها ضدها آمد پدید
در سویدا روشنایی آفرید

جنگ پیغامبر مدار صلح شد
صلح این آخر زمان زان جنگ بد

صد هزاران سر برید آن دلستان
تا امان یابد سر اهل جهان

باغبان زان می برد شاخ مضر
تا بیابد نخل قامتها و بر

می کند از باغ دانا آن حشیش
تا نماید باغ و میوه خرمیش

می کند دندان بد را آن طبیب
تا رهد از درد و بیماری حبیب

پس زیادتها درون نقصهاست
مر شهیدان را حیات اندر فناست

چون بریده گشت حلق رزق خوار
یرزقون فرحین شد گوار

حلق حیوان چون بریده شد بعدل
حلق انسان رست و افزونید فضل

حلق انسان چون ببرد هین ببین
تا چه زاید کن قیاس آن برین

حلق ثالث زاید و تیمار او
شربت حق باشد و انوار او

حلق ببریده خورد شربت ولی
حلق از لا رسته مرده در بلی

بس کن ای دون همت کوته بنان
تا کیت باشد حیات جان به نان

زان نداری میوه ای مانند بید
کآبرو بردی پی نان سپید

گر ندارد صبر زین نان جان حس
کیمیا را گیر و زر گردان تو مس

جامه شویی کرد خواهی ای فلان
رو مگردان از محلهٔ گازران

گرچه نان بشکست مر روزهٔ ترا
در شکسته بند پیچ و برتر آ

چون شکسته بند آمد دست او
پس رفو باشد یقین اشکست او

گر تو آن را بشکنی گوید بیا
تو درستش کن نداری دست و پا

پس شکستن حق او باشد که او
مر شکسته گشته را داند رفو

آنک داند دوخت او داند درید
هر چه را بفروخت نیکوتر خرید

خانه را ویران کند زیر و زبر
پس بیک ساعت کند معمورتر

گر یکی سر را ببرد از بدن
صد هزاران سر بر آرد در زمن

گر نفرمودی قصاصی بر جنات
یا نگفتی فی القصاص آمد حیات

خود که را زهره بدی تا او ز خود
بر اسیر حکم حق تیغی زند

زانک داند هر که چشمش را گشود
کان کشنده سخرهٔ تقدیر بود

هر که را آن حکم بر سر آمدی
بر سر فرزند هم تیغی زدی

رو بترس و طعنه کم زن بر بدان
پیش دام حکم عجز خود بدان

English translation

I am such a man that, toward my own murderer, the sweetness of my grace did not become the sting of wrath.

The Prophet spoke into the ear of my servant, the one who will one day remove this head from my neck. That Messenger, by revelation from the Friend, made him aware that my destruction would finally be at his hand.

He keeps saying, “Kill me first, so that this hateful wrong may not come from me.” I keep saying, “Since my death is from you, how can I seek a trick against destiny?”

He keeps falling before me, saying, “O generous one, split me in two for God’s sake, so that this evil end may not come upon me, and so that my soul may not burn over my own soul.” I keep saying, “Go; the pen has dried. By that pen many a banner is overturned.

There is no hatred in my soul toward you, because I do not regard this as coming from you. You are God’s instrument; the agent is God’s hand. How could I strike blame and reproach against God’s instrument?”

He said, “Then what is retribution for?” He said, “That too is from God, and that is a hidden secret. If He objects to His own act, from His objection He causes gardens to grow. Objection to His own act belongs to Him, for in wrath and in grace He is One.

In this city of events He is the commander; in the kingdoms He is the owner of governance. If He breaks His own instrument, He makes the broken one well.

Know the mystery of ‘We do not abrogate a verse or cause it to be forgotten; We bring something better’ in what follows, O great one. Every law that God abrogated, He removed grass and brought roses in exchange.

Night abrogates the work of day; behold the inanimate thing that illumines intellect. Then night is abrogated by the light of day, until the inanimate burns from that kindling fire.

Although sleep and rest come as darkness, is not the Water of Life within that darkness? Were not intellects refreshed in that darkness? A pause became the capital of renown.

For from opposites, opposites came forth; He created light in the black core. The Prophet’s war became the pivot of peace; the peace of this latter time came from that war.

That heart-ravisher cut off hundreds of thousands of heads so that the heads of the people of the world might find safety. The gardener cuts the harmful branch so that the palm may gain height and fruit. The wise one removes the weed from the garden so that the garden and its fruit may show their flourishing. The physician pulls the bad tooth so that the beloved may be freed from pain and sickness.

Thus increase is within decrease, and for martyrs life is within annihilation. When the throat of the provision-eater was cut, ‘they are provided for, rejoicing’ became sweet. When the animal’s throat was cut justly, the human throat was saved and grace increased. When the human throat is cut, look carefully and see what is born; reason from this to what is higher.

A third throat is born, and its care is the drink of God and His lights. The severed throat drinks the draught, the throat freed from ‘no’ and dead in ‘yes.’

Enough, low-aspiring short-fingered one: how long will the life of your soul depend on bread? That is why you have no fruit, like a willow: you have spent your honor in pursuit of white bread. If the sensory soul has no patience apart from this bread, take alchemy and turn your copper into gold.

If you wish to do laundry, fellow, do not turn away from the washermen’s quarter. Though bread has broken your fast, turn to the bone-setter and rise higher. Since His hand is the bone-setter, His breaking is certainly a mending.

If you break it, He says, ‘Come, you make it whole; you have neither hand nor foot.’ Therefore breaking belongs to God, for He knows how to mend the broken. The one who knows how to sew knows how to tear; whatever He sells, He buys something better. He ruins the house, turning it upside down, then in one hour makes it more flourishing.

If He cuts one head from the body, He raises up hundreds of thousands of heads in time. If He had not commanded retribution for crimes, or had not said, ‘In retribution there is life,’ who would have the courage, on his own, to strike a sword against one captive to God’s decree?

For everyone whose eye has been opened knows that the killer was made subject to predestination. Whoever that decree came upon would strike a sword even at the head of his own child. Go, be afraid, and cast less blame on the wicked; know your own helplessness before the snare of decree.

Updated 2026-06-30

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