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بخش ۲ - ذکر جلال قرآن / Section 2 - Mention of the Glory of the Quran

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هم جلیلست با حجاب جلال
هم دلیلست با نقاب دلال

سخن اوست واضح و واثق
حجت اوست لایح و لایق

در جان را حروف او درجست
چرخ دین را هدایتش برجست

روضهٔ انس عارفانست او
جنة الاعلی روانست او

ای ترا از قرائت قرآن
از سر غفلت و ره عصیان

بر زبان از حروف ذوقی نه
در جنان از وقوف شوقی نه

از کمال جلالت و سلطان
هست قرآن به حجت و برهان

بر زبان طرف حرف و ذوقی نه
غافل از معنیش که از پی چه

از درون شمع منهج اسلام
وز برون حارس عقیدهٔ عام

عاقلان را حلاوتی در جان
غافلان را تلاوتی به زبان

دیده روح و حروف قرآن را
چشم جسم این و چشم جان آنرا

زحمت این ببرده چشم ز گوش
نعمت آن بخورده روح ز هوش

زآسمان تفضل و احسان
هر نقط زو چو طرهٔ یاران

ز ابر برش جدا شده به لطف
عقد در بسته در دهان صدف

بهر نامحرمان به پیش جمال
بسته از مشک پرده های جلال

پرده و پرده دار را از شاه
نبود دل ز کار او آگاه

داند آنکس که وی بصر دارد
پرده از شاه کی خبر دارد

نشد از دور طارم ازرق
عرق او سست و تازگیش خلق

نقش و حرف و قرائتش به یقین
از زمین هست تا سر پروین

تو هنوز از کفایت شب و روز
قشر اول چشیده ای از گوز

تو ز قرآن نقاب او دیدی
حرف او را حجاب او دیدی

پیش نااهل چهره نگشادست
نقش او پیش او بر استادست

گر ترا هیچ اهل آن دیدی
آن نقاب رقیق بدریدی

مر ترا روی خویش بنمودی
تا روانت بدو بیاسودی

اولین پوست زفت و تلخ بود
دومین چون ز ماه سلخ بود

سیمین از حریر زرد تنک
چارمین مغز آبدار خنک

پنجمینت منزل است خانهٔ تو
سنت انبیا ستانهٔ تو

چون ز پنجم روان بیارایی
پس به اول چرا فرود آیی

دل مجروح را شفا زویست
جان محروم را دوا زویست

تن چشد طعم ثفلش از پی زیست
جان شناسد که طعم روغن چیست

حس چه بیند مگر که صورت نغز
مغز داند که چیست آنرا مغز

صورت سورتش همی خوانی
صفت سیرتش نمی دانی

کم ز مهمان سرای عدن مدان
خوان قرآن به پیش قرآن خوان

حرف را زان نقاب خود کردست
که ز نامحرمی تو در پردست

تو همان دیده ای ز سورت آن
کاهل صورت ز صورت سلطان

صورت از عین روح بیخبرست
تن دگر دان که روح خود دگرست

چه شماری حروف را قرآن
چه حدیث حدث کنی با آن

که نبینند همچو بیداران
ذات او خفتگان و طراران

حرف با او اگرچه هم خوابه است
بی خبر همچو نقش گرمابه است

English translation

It is both majestic with the veil of majesty, And a guide with the mask of grace. His speech is clear and trustworthy, His proof is manifest and worthy. Its letters contain the pearl of the soul, Its guidance is a constellation for the wheel of religion. It is the garden of intimacy for the gnostics, It is the highest heaven for the soul. O you, whose recitation of the Quran Is out of negligence and on the path of rebellion, Having no taste of the letters on your tongue, And no yearning in your heart from understanding, Due to the perfection of its majesty and authority, The Quran stands as a proof and demonstration. On your tongue is only the edge of the letter, no taste, Heedless of its meaning, not knowing for what purpose. From within, it is the candle of the path of Islam, And from without, the guardian of the common creed. For the wise, a sweetness in the soul; For the negligent, a recitation on the tongue. The spirit sees the spirit, and the eye of the body sees the letters of the Quran; The physical eye sees the latter, and the eye of the soul sees the former. The physical eye has taken its trouble from the ear, The spirit has consumed its bounty through consciousness. From the heaven of grace and benevolence, Every dot of it is like the tresses of friends, Separated from the rain cloud by grace, Like a string of pearls locked in the mouth of a seashell. For the uninitiated, before its beauty, It has drawn veils of majesty made of musk. The veil and the gatekeeper Are not aware of the King's affairs. He who has vision knows; How can the veil have news of the King? The blue dome of the sky through its cycles Did not make its root weak, nor its freshness worn out. Its script, letters, and recitation, with certainty, Extend from the earth to the summit of the Pleiades. You, still occupied with the worries of day and night, Have only tasted the first outer shell of the walnut. You saw only the veil of the Quran; You saw its letters as its hijab. It has not revealed its face to the unworthy; Its script stands as a barrier before him. If it saw you worthy of it, It would tear that thin veil, It would show its face to you, So that your soul would find rest in it. The first skin is thick and bitter; The second is like the end of the lunar month. The third is of thin yellow silk; The fourth is the cool, juicy kernel. The fifth is your destination, your home; The sunnah of the prophets is your threshold. Once you adorn your soul with the fifth, Why would you descend back to the first? Healing for the wounded heart is from it; Medicine for the deprived soul is from it. The body tastes the dregs of it for the sake of survival; The soul knows what the taste of the oil is. What does the sense see but the beautiful form? Only the intellect knows what the essence of it is. You read the form of its chapters; You do not know the quality of its character. Deem it not less than the guest house of Eden; The table of the Quran is spread before the reciter of the Quran. It has made the letter its veil because, Due to your unworthiness, you are behind the curtain. You have seen in its chapters only what The people of form see in the form of a king. Form is unaware of the essence of the spirit; Know the body as one thing and the spirit as another. Why do you count the letters as the Quran? Why do you speak of transient things with it? For those who sleep and the thieves Do not see its essence, unlike the vigilant. Though the letter is its bedfellow, It is unaware, like a painting on a bathhouse wall.

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Updated 2026-07-02

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