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حدیقة الحقیقه و شریعة الطریقه / Hadiqat al-Haqiqah (The Walled Garden of Truth)

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بخش ۴۱ - فصل فی‌الزّهد والحکمة والموعظة والنصیحة / Section 41 - Chapter on Asceticism, Wisdom, Preaching, and Advice

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عزمت از حضرت نبی و علیست
در لحاف خلاف خفتن چیست

کودکان راست فرش و بستر خواب
مرد را ذوالفقار همچون آب

وقت نامد که از ره آزرم
دارد از مهل دوست جهل تو شرم

مهر برکن ز ملک و ملک جهان
زاد راه از جلال حق بستان

زاد راه تو دان که تجریدست
زانکه تجرید جفت توحیدست

تو به توحید کی رسی چو مرید
نازده گام در ره تجرید

شو تبرا ده آفرینش را
تا ببینی عروس بینش را

تو چه دانی عروس بینش کیست
سر صانع در آفرینش چیست

آتشی بر فروز عاشق وار
خانه را در بسوز و دود برآر

تا ز دود تو سود چرخ کبود
ترزبان زردروی گردد زود

چار تکبیر کن چو خیرالناس
بر که بر چار طبع و پنج حواس

شاخ دندانهٔ محال بزن
بیخ بتخانهٔ خیال بکن

در ره حق بلای هستی روب
هرچه جز هستی خدای بروب

در جهانی که طبع بر کارست
دیو لاحول گوی بسیارست

چون ز لاحول تو نترسد دیو
نیست مسموع لابه نزد خدیو

دیو دین را ز اعتماد به قول
منهزم کن به سیلی لاحول

دیو دین آنگهی ز تو برمد
که ز تو گند معصیت ندمد

لیک هستی تو در همه کردار
گنده و بی طهاره چون مردار

یک جهانند زیر این افلاک
کام پر زهر و خانه پر تریاک

چون زمین پر بزه شود فلکند
چون جهان بی مزه شود نمکند

این همه داعیان اللٰه اند
باز آنها که داعی جاه اند

نه نمک بلکه شورهٔ خاکند
زان همه بی برند و بی باکند

همه از آب این دو روزه نهاد
تازه و تر چو رودهٔ پر باد

همه چون نطق گنگ و بی معنی
همه چون بانگ نای پر دعوی

سوی جان همچو نیش زنبورند
سوی دل همچو عطسهٔ مورند

زان همه دست و پای آشوبند
که سر و سینهٔ خرد کوبند

بهر نانی هزار بانگ کنند
تا دو تسو مگر دو دانگ کنند

English translation

Your resolve is from the Prophet and Ali, What is this sleeping in the quilt of opposition? For children, the carpet and the bed of sleep are fitting, For a man, Zulfiqar is like water. Has the time not come that, out of modesty, Your ignorance feels ashamed of the Friend's respite? Uproot your affection from property and the kingdom of the world, Take the provisions for the journey from the majesty of Truth. Know that the provision for your journey is detachment, Because detachment is the companion of monotheism. When will you reach monotheism as a disciple, Having not taken a step on the path of detachment? Go, disavow the creation, So that you may see the bride of insight. What do you know of who the bride of insight is? What is the Creator's secret in creation? Kindle a fire like a lover, Burn down the house and raise the smoke. So that from your smoke, the azure wheel's profit, The eloquent one with a yellow face will quickly become. Say four Takbirs like the best of mankind, Over what? Over the four natures and five senses. Strike the jagged branch of the impossible, Uproot the foundation of the idol-temple of imagination. On the path of Truth, sweep away the affliction of existence, Sweep away everything except the existence of God. In a world where nature is at work, There are many demons saying 'La Hawl' (there is no power). Since the demon does not fear your 'La Hawl', Supplication is not heard by the Lord. The demon of religion, from reliance on mere words, Defeat him with the slap of 'La Hawl'. The demon of religion will flee from you only then, When the stench of sin does not emanate from you. But you are, in all your deeds, Foul and without purity like a corpse. There is a whole world beneath these spheres, Palates full of poison and houses full of antidote. When the earth becomes full of sin, they are the sky, When the world becomes tasteless, they are the salt. All these are callers to Allah, Yet those who are callers to worldly position, Are not salt but the salinity of the soil, Therefore they are all fruitless and fearless. All from the water of this two-day constitution, Fresh and moist like an inflated intestine. All like a mute's speech and meaningless, All like the sound of a reed pipe full of claims. Towards the soul they are like a bee's sting, Towards the heart they are like an ant's sneeze. For that reason, they are all hand and foot of turmoil, Pounding the head and chest of wisdom. For a loaf of bread, they make a thousand cries, So that perhaps they make two Tasus into two Dangs.

Updated 2026-07-03

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