1Cademy - دفتر سوم - بخش ۲۲۲ - جذب معشوق عاشق را من حیث لا یعمله العاشق و لا یرجوه و لا یخطر بباله و لا یظهر من ذلک الجذب اثر فی العاشق الا الخوف الممزوج بالیاس مع دوام الطلب / Book Three — Section 222 — The Beloveds Drawing of the Lover from a Direction the Lover Neither Knows Nor Hopes For, Nor Does It Cross His Mind, and from That Drawing No Effect Appears in the Lover Save Fear Mingled with Despair, Together with the Continuance of Seeking

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مثنوی معنوی: دفتر سوم / Masnavi: Book Three
دفتر سوم - بخش ۲۱۲ - ملاقات آن عاشق با صدر جهان / Book Three - Section 212 - The Meeting of That Lover with Sadr-i Jahan

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دفتر سوم - بخش ۲۲۲ - جذب معشوق عاشق را من حیث لا یعمله العاشق و لا یرجوه و لا یخطر بباله و لا یظهر من ذلک الجذب اثر فی العاشق الا الخوف الممزوج بالیاس مع دوام الطلب / Book Three — Section 222 — The Beloved's Drawing of the Lover from a Direction the Lover Neither Knows Nor Hopes For, Nor Does It Cross His Mind, and from That Drawing No Effect Appears in the Lover Save Fear Mingled with Despair, Together with the Continuance of Seeking

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آمدیم اینجا که در صدر جهان
گر نبودی جذب آن عاشق نهان

ناشکیبا کی بدی او از فراق
کی دوان باز آمدی سوی وثاق

میل معشوقان نهانست و ستیر
میل عاشق با دو صد طبل و نفیر

یک حکایت هست اینجا ز اعتبار
لیک عاجز شد بخاری ز انتظار

ترک آن کردیم کو در جست و جوست
تاکه پیش از مرگ بیند روی دوست

تا رهد از مرگ تا یابد نجات
زانک دید دوستست آب حیات

هر که دید او نباشد دفع مرگ
دوست نبود که نه میوه ستش نه برگ

کار آن کارست ای مشتاق مست
کاندر آن کار ار رسد مرگت خوشست

شد نشان صدق ایمان ای جوان
آنک آید خوش ترا مرگ اندر آن

گر نشد ایمان تو ای جان چنین
نیست کامل رو بجو اکمال دین

هر که اندر کار تو شد مرگ دوست
بر دل تو بی کراهت دوست اوست

چون کراهت رفت آن خود مرگ نیست
صورت مرگست و نقلان کردنیست

چون کراهت رفت مردن نفع شد
پس درست آید که مردن دفع شد

دوست حقست و کسی کش گفت او
که توی آن من و من آن تو

گوش دار اکنون که عاشق می رسد
بسته عشق او را به حبل من مسد

چون بدید او چهرهٔ صدر جهان
گوییا پریدش از تن مرغ جان

همچو چوب خشک افتاد آن تنش
سرد شد از فرق جان تا ناخنش

هرچه کردند از بخور و از گلاب
نه بجنبید و نه آمد در خطاب

شاه چون دید آن مزعفر روی او
پس فرود آمد ز مرکب سوی او

گفت عاشق دوست می جوید بتفت
چونک معشوق آمد آن عاشق برفت

عاشق حقی و حق آنست کو
چون بیاید نبود از تو تای مو

صد چو تو فانیست پیش آن نظر
عاشقی بر نفی خود خواجه مگر

سایه ای و عاشقی بر آفتاب
شمس آید سایه لا گردد شتاب

English translation

We have come to this point: regarding Sadr-i Jahan, Had the hidden attraction of that lover not been, How would he have been impatient from separation? How would he have come running back to the dwelling?

The longing of Beloveds is hidden and veiled; The longing of the lover is with two hundred drums and trumpets.

There is a tale here worthy of consideration, But the Bukharan grew weary from waiting. We have left him who is in search, That before death he may see the face of the Friend.

That he may be freed from death, that he may find salvation — For the sight of the Friend is the Water of Life. Whoever's sight of Him does not repel death, He was no Friend, for He has neither fruit nor leaf.

That work is the work, O intoxicated yearner, That if in that work death comes to you, it is sweet. The sign of the sincerity of faith, O youth, Is that death comes sweetly to you within it.

If your faith, O soul, has not become thus, It is not complete — go and seek the perfection of religion. Whoever, in your work, becomes a lover of death, He is a friend upon your heart without aversion.

When aversion is gone, that itself is not death — It is the form of death, and a migration to be made. When aversion is gone, dying becomes a gain; Thus it comes true that dying has repelled death.

The Friend is the Truth, and one to whom He said: "You are that I, and I am that you." Now listen: the lover is arriving, Love has bound him with a rope of palm-fiber (ḥabl min masad).

When he saw the face of Sadr-i Jahan, It was as if the bird of the soul flew from his body. Like dry wood his body fell; Cold he grew from crown to fingernail.

Whatever they did with incense and rosewater, He neither stirred nor came to speech. When the king saw that saffron-hued face of his, He descended from his mount toward him.

He said: "The lover seeks the Friend in haste — When the Beloved came, that lover departed. You are a true lover, and the Truth is such that When It comes, not a hair of you remains.

A hundred like you are annihilated before that Gaze — Are you not in love with your own negation, master? You are a shadow, and in love with the Sun — When the Sun comes, the shadow swiftly becomes naught."

Updated 2026-06-30

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