1Cademy - دفتر سوم - بخش ۱۶۹ - حکمت ویران شدن تن به مرگ / Book Three - Section 169 - The Wisdom of the Ruin of the Body Through Death

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دفتر سوم - بخش ۱۶۹ - حکمت ویران شدن تن به مرگ / Book Three - Section 169 - The Wisdom of the Ruin of the Body Through Death

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من چو آدم بودم اول حبس کرب
پر شد اکنون نسل جانم شرق و غرب

من گدا بودم درین خانه چو چاه
شاه گشتم قصر باید بهر شاه

قصرها خود مر شهان را مانسست
مرده را خانه و مکان گوری بسست

انبیا را تنگ آمد این جهان
چون شهان رفتند اندر لامکان

مردگان را این جهان بنمود فر
ظاهرش زفت و به معنی تنگ بر

گر نبودی تنگ این افغان ز چیست
چون دو تا شد هر که در وی بیش زیست

در زمان خواب چون آزاد شد
زان مکان بنگر که جان چون شاد شد

ظالم از ظلم طبیعت باز رست
مرد زندانی ز فکر حبس جست

این زمین و آسمان بس فراخ
سخت تنگ آمد به هنگام مناخ

جسم بند آمد فراخ وسخت تنگ
خندهٔ او گریه فخرش جمله ننگ

I was like Adam at first, imprisoned in anguish, Now the progeny of my soul has filled East and West.

I was a beggar in this house, like a well, I have become a king — a palace is needed for a king.

Palaces are indeed fitting for kings, For the dead, a house and dwelling — a grave suffices.

This world became narrow for the prophets, As kings they went into the Placeless (lā-makān).

This world displayed its splendor to the dead, Outwardly vast, yet in meaning confining.

If it were not narrow, whence this lamentation? How bent double is everyone who lived too long within it.

In the time of sleep, when the soul becomes free, Look from that vantage how the soul rejoiced.

The oppressor found relief from nature's tyranny, The imprisoned man escaped the thought of captivity.

This earth and sky, so vast, Became very narrow at the time of halting (manākh).

The body became a bond — spacious yet utterly tight, Its laughter is weeping, its pride entirely shame.

Updated 2026-06-30

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