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بخش ۸۰ - فی الرضا والتسلیم بحکمه و قضائه / Section 80 - On Contentment and Submission to His Decree and Judgment

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ابلقی را که رخ به خانهٔ اوست
تازگی جان ز تازیانهٔ اوست

وآنکه از تیر او شرف دارد
دیدگان از پی هدف دارد

ای بر آتش نهاده خرمن خویش
باد بر داده سقف گلشن خویش

گر ترا تیغ تن زند اه کن
ور ترا زخم حق زند خه کن

بی رضای حق آنچه راحت تست
آن نه راحت که آن جراحت تست

تلخ و شیرین چو هر دو زو باشد
زشت نبود همه نکو باشد

دلشان بر فراق مال و عیال
خنک و خوش چو در بهار شمال

تا در این عالم فسرده درند
لگد اشتران چو گرده خورند

خویشتن چون ز عشق گرم کنند
گردن روزگار نرم کنند

پیش رفتن به رغبت از دنیی
شود آماده نزدشان عقبی

چون سر عشق آن جهان دارند
همچو شمع اند سوز جان دارند

پیششان روزگار چون بنده
دهر از انفاسشان فزاینده

کمترین بنده شان زمانه بود
ز آرزو دل چو گورخانه بود

زانکشان تا امید نبود و بیم
جانشان تن خورد چو شمع مقیم

دل ز تلخیش همچو می خوش دار
همچنو دل پر آب و آتش دار

جان به عهد و وفاش بسپرده
در کنف زنده در کفن مرده

پیش امرش چو کلک برجسته
جان کمروار بر میان بسته

از برای وفات تخم نفاق
نقد خوارزم کم برد به عراق

از برای دو دانگ سیم دغل
نکند با خدای کیسه بدل

همچنان بختی کمر کوهان
سبلت حرص کم زند سوهان

در رضای خدای خویش بکوش
به نه چیزش چو بندگان مفروش

باش در حکم صولجانش گوی
هم سمعنا و هم اطعنا گوی

چونت گوید نماز کن بگزار
چونت گوید مکن برو مگذار

چونت گوید ببخش هیچ منه
چونت گوید نگاه دار مده

نه ز روی مجاز کز تحقیق
بر همه برنهاد بی تصدیق

اندر آمد گلیم پوشیده
صفو و دردی درد نوشیده

پر جبرئیل بر موافقتش
گشت همچون کلیم منقبتش

رخصتش هدیه دان کزو برهی
تو ازو رخصتش چه باز دهی

نه تویی تو ز تست بر کاری
تو کئی اندرین میان باری

هرکجا ذکر او بود تو که ای
جمله تسلیم کن بدو تو چه ای

آن اویی تو کم ستیز بر اوی
گر گریزی ازو گریز در اوی

جان و تن را به کردگار سپار
تا درون سرای یابی بار

کانکه شد پاسبان خانه و سر
چون کلیدان بماند در پس در

جان و اسباب ازو عطا داری
پس دریغش ازو چرا داری

جان و اسباب در رهش در باز
بر ره سیل و رود خانه مساز

وقف کن جسم و مال را بر غیب
تا بوی چون کلیدش اندر جیب

جبر را مارمیت کن از بر
باز دان از رمیت سر قدر

English translation

The piebald horse whose face is towards His house, Has the freshness of its soul from His whip. And he who holds honor from His arrow, Keeps his eyes fixed upon the target. O you who have set your own harvest on fire, And given the roof of your garden to the wind, If the blade of body strikes you, sigh; But if the wound of the Truth strikes you, rejoice. Without the contentment of God, whatever is your comfort, Is not comfort, but rather your wound. Since both bitter and sweet come from Him, Nothing is ugly; it is all good. Their hearts, upon the separation from wealth and family, Are cool and pleasant like the northern spring breeze. As long as they are in this frozen world, They take the kicks of camels like loaves of bread. When they warm themselves with love, They soften the neck of time. By departing willingly from the world, Their hereafter becomes prepared for them. Since they have the passion of love for that world, They are like candles, having the burning of the soul. Before them, time is like a servant; The age increases by their breaths. Their least servant is time; The heart is like a grave for desires. Since they have neither hope nor fear, Their soul consumes the body like a steadfast candle. Keep the heart happy through its bitterness like wine; Like it, keep the heart full of water and fire. The soul entrusted to His covenant and fidelity, Living in His protection, dead in the shroud. Before His command, standing out like a pen; The soul girded like a belt around the waist. For the death of the seed of discord, He rarely takes the cash of Khwarazm to Iraq. For the sake of two grains of counterfeit silver, He does not swap purses with God. Like a camel with a double hump, He rarely files down the mustache of greed. Strive for the contentment of your Lord; Do not sell it for nothing like slaves do. Be like a ball under the play of His polo-stick; Say 'we heard and we obeyed'. When He tells you to pray, perform it; When He tells you not to, do not perform it. When He tells you to give, keep nothing; When He tells you to keep, do not give. Not metaphorically, but through realization, He laid it upon all without verification. He entered clad in a blanket, Having drunk both the pure wine and the dregs of pain. The wing of Gabriel, in agreement with him, Made his virtue like that of Moses. Consider His permission a gift by which you are saved; How can you return His permission to Him? Your 'you' is not from you in any deed; Who are you in the midst of this, indeed? Wherever His remembrance is, who are you? Submit entirely to Him, what are you? You belong to Him, do not contend with Him; If you flee from Him, flee into Him. Entrust soul and body to the Creator, So that you may find admittance inside the mansion. For he who became the guardian of the house and secret, Remained behind the door like keys. You have soul and means as a gift from Him; Why then do you withhold it from Him? Surrender soul and means in His path; Do not build a house in the path of the flood and river. Dedicate body and wealth to the Unseen, So that you may be like His key in the pocket. Learn 'you threw not when you threw' by heart; Know from 'you threw' the secret of destiny.

Updated 2026-07-02

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