Poem

بخش ۲۹ - اندر وجود و عدم / Section 29 - On Existence and Non-Existence

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جهد کن تا زنیست هست شوی
وز شراب خدای مست شوی

باشد آنرا که دین کند هستش
گوی و چوگان دهر در دستش

چون ازاین جرعه گشت جان تو مست
بر بلندی هست گردی پست

هرکه آزاد کرد آنجایست
حلقه در گوش و بند برپایست

لیکن آن بند به که مرکب بخت
لیکن آن حلقه به که حلقهٔ تخت

بند کو برنهد تو تاج شمر
ور پلاست دهد دواج شمر

زانکه هم محسنست و هم مجمل
زانکه هم مکرمست و هم مفضل

چه کنی بهر بی نوایی را
شادی و زیرک و بهایی را

شاد ازو باش و زیرک از دینش
تا بیابی رضا و تمکینش

زیرک آنست کوش بردارد
شادی آنست کوش نگذارد

نیکبخت آن کسی که بندهٔ اوست
در همه کارها بسنده بر اوست

چون از این شاخها شدی بی برگ
دستها در کمر کنی با مرگ

نشوی مرگ را دگر منکر
یابی از عالم حیات خبر

دست تو چون به شاخ مرگ رسید
پای تو گرد کاخ برگ دوید

پای کز طارم هدی دورست
نیست پای آن دماغ مخمورست

English translation

Strive so that you become existent from non-existence, and become drunk from the wine of God. Whomever religion makes existent, the ball and polo-mallet of time are in his hand. When your soul becomes drunk from this sip, you will become low upon the heights of existence. Whomever He sets free there has a ring in the ear and a shackle on the foot. Yet that shackle is better than the steed of fortune, yet that ring is better than the ring of the throne. Consider the shackle He places on you as a crown, and if He gives you coarse felt, consider it a fine quilt. For He is both the Benefactor and the Beautiful-Doer, for He is both the Generous and the Bestower of favors. Why do you worry about destitution, or value joy, cleverness, and worth? Be glad in Him and wise in His religion, so that you may find His pleasure and steadfastness. The wise one is he who bears His burden, joy is that which He does not leave. Fortunate is he who is His servant, and in all matters, finds Him sufficient. When you become leafless from these branches, you will put your arms around the waist of death. You will no longer deny death, and you will receive news from the world of life. When your hand reaches the branch of death, your foot runs around the palace of leaves. A foot that is far from the vault of guidance is not a foot; it is a drunken brain.

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Persian Literature Prerequisite Course

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