1Cademy - بخش ۱۲۳ - بر تحریص و تحریض بر پاس داشتن انفاس و منع و زجر از تضییع و اهمال آن / Section 123 - On Encouragement and Exhortation to Guard the Breaths and Restraining and Warning Against Wasting and Neglecting Them

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بخش ۱۲۳ - بر تحریص و تحریض بر پاس داشتن انفاس و منع و زجر از تضییع و اهمال آن / Section 123 - On Encouragement and Exhortation to Guard the Breaths and Restraining and Warning Against Wasting and Neglecting Them

Original content

هر نفس نورسیده مهمانیست
پاس او دار اگر تو را جانیست

واجب آمد به موجب اسلام
حسب مقدور ضیف را اکرام

خاصه اکرام این گرامی ضیف
که بود حیف غفلت از وی حیف

هست ضیفی ز فیض خانه غیب
آمده خالی از نشانه غیب

جهد آن کن کزین نشیمن آز
به ازان کامده ست گردد باز

قوتش ده ز سجن این سجین
تا برآید به اوج علیین

قدرش از ذکر حق بلند شود
کنگر عرش را کمند شود

بکشد جانت را به جذبه حب
سوی بالا ازین غیابه جب

کرد این ضیف پاک بر تو نزول
مکن او را به عیب ها معلول

ای بسا میهمان که بر تو فرو
آمد از آسمان قدس و علو

تو ز غیبت جنیبتش بستی
وز نمیمه تمیمه پیوستی

هم ز حرص و هواش آلودی
هم به عجب و ریاش فرسودی

بس که گفتی دریغ بر ما فات
یا دروغ از برای ما هو آت

از بخار دریغ و دود دروغ
بردیش ز آفتاب چهره فروغ

دامن افشان ازین معامله زود
که نبینی درین معامله سود

هر نفس چون خزینه ایست تهی
تا تو نقدی در آن خزینه تهی

گر به یاد خدا ز گوهر و در
سازی آن مخزن تهی را پر

چون به بازارحشر بگشایند
که در آن آنچه هست بنماید

صحن بازار ازان شود گلشن
چشم بازاریان ازان روشن

حور و غلمان برند ازان مایه
حسن خود را کنند پیرایه

ملک احسنت گوید و شاباش
شود از مدح بر تو گوهر پاش

ور ز قبح خصال و سؤ فعال
نهی آنجا ز جهل سنگ و سفال

کشد آن سنگ تخت تو زادبار
تحت نار وقودها الأحجار

وان سفالت به سفل سازد جا
درک اسفلت کند مأوا

ور گذاری ز سست اقبالی
همچنان آن خزینه را خالی

پر شود چشم تو ز اشک ندم
وآتشت سر زند ز سینه علم

که چرا قدر کم شناختمش
گنج در و گهر نساختمش

تا کنون کردمی ثمن آن را
مر مثمن سرای رضوان را

بود صد گنج گوهر آماده
همه در دست و پایم افتاده

من نچیدم ز فرط نادانی
لاجرم می برم پشیمانی

English translation

Every newly arrived breath is a guest; Guard it well if you possess a soul. It has become obligatory by the law of Islam, To honor the guest to the extent of one's ability. Especially the honoring of this precious guest, For what a pity, what a pity to be heedless of him! He is a guest from the grace of the house of the Unseen, Who has come free of any earthly blemish. Strive so that from this nest of greed, He may return in a state better than he arrived. Give him strength to escape the prison of this dungeon, So that he may ascend to the peak of the highest heaven. His stature becomes elevated through the remembrance of God, And he becomes a lasso to reach the battlements of the Divine Throne. He will pull your soul with the attraction of love, Upwards out of this dark pit of the well. This pure guest has descended upon you; Do not render him defective with your faults. Oh, how many a guest has come down to you From the heaven of sanctity and highness, And you tied up his mount through backbiting, And attached a false amulet to him through slander! You polluted him with greed and passion, And wore him out with vanity and hypocrisy. You spoke so much of, 'Alas for what has passed!' Or uttered lies regarding what is to come. With the vapor of 'alas' and the smoke of lies, You stripped the radiance from his sun-like face. Shake your skirt and flee quickly from this transaction, For you will find no profit in this deal. Every breath is like an empty treasury, For you to deposit a treasure within. If, through the remembrance of God, with pearls and gems, You fill that empty repository, When they open it in the market of the Resurrection, Wherein whatever exists is displayed, The courtyard of the market will become a rose-garden because of it, And the eyes of the market-goers will be brightened by it. The houris and youth of heaven will take provisions from it, Adorning their beauty with its splendor. The angels will say, 'Well done and bravo!' And scatter pearls of praise upon you. But if, due to the ugliness of your traits and evil deeds, You place stones and clay shards there out of ignorance, That stone will drag your throne down in misfortune To beneath the Fire whose fuel is men and stones, And those clay shards will make your place in the depths, And the lowest abyss of hell will become your home. And if, out of ill-fortune and neglect, You leave that treasury completely empty, Your eyes will fill with tears of regret, And the fire of grief will raise its banner from your chest, Crying: 'Why did I appreciate its value so little? Why did I not make it a treasure of pearls and gems, So that by now I could have made it the price To purchase the blissful gardens of Paradise?' A hundred treasures of pearls were ready, All fallen at my hands and feet. I did not gather them out of extreme ignorance, And consequently, I suffer deep regret.

Updated 2026-07-07

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