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

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بخش ۱ - در بیهوده خندیدن / Section 1 - On Frivolous Laughter

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خندهٔ هرزه کار غمر بود
خندهٔ برق را چه عمر بود

بیخ عمرت زمانه برکنده
چون همه ابلهان تو و خنده

آنکه را لحد و حفره کنده بود
مر ورا خود چه جای خنده بود

مکن ای دوست در سرای عمل
عقل را خرج در غرور امل

نه چو مردی نماند بوی و گار
پس تو انگار مردی آن بگذار

ماه نو پر و بال تو برکند
پس تو بر مه مخند بر خود خند

هر شبی کان زمانه بر تو شمرد
روز از زندگانی تو ببرد

در رخ ماه نو کسی خندد
که ازو سود مزد بربندد

پس تو باری چرا نگریی خون
کت ازو جان کمست و دام افزون

غافلان خفته زیرکان نالان
خر به نالش سزاتر از پالان

عاقلان را چو روز معلوم است
که شب و روز غافلان شوم است

سال چون مرحله است و مه فرسنگ
روز و شب کام زخم و عرصهٔ تنگ

چون به منزل رسید مرد از راه
از ره رفته پس شود آگاه

باز پس خود نیاید آنچه گذشت
درج اعمار تو زمان بنوشت

با تو صد درج در ناسفته
خانه پر دزد و تو خوشک خفته

عمر کوته چو عمر مور و مگس
امل افزون ز عمر ده کرگس

در ره دین شده قلیل عمل
بهر دنیا شده طویل امل

محلی کان اجل نهد چه بود
املی کان ز حل دهد چه بود

که بود غافل از قضای اجل
کوته اندیشهٔ دراز امل

نخرند از برای سود و زیان
تب لرزه بنسیه کفشگران

خلقی از عمر خود شده معزول
تو بدین عمر مختصر مشغول

تو همی رنج دل به جان بخری
خشمت آید چو گویمت که خری

با قناعت کش ار کشی غم و رنج
ورنه بگذر ز عقل و عشق الفنج

English translation

Frivolous laughter is the act of the ignorant; What lifespan does the lightning's laugh possess? Time has uprooted the foundation of your life; Yet, like all fools, you are absorbed in laughter. He for whom the grave and pit have been dug, What place does he have for laughter? Do not, O friend, in the house of action, Spend your intellect on the deception of hope. Is it not that when one dies, neither scent nor trace remains? So consider yourself dead, and abandon that. The new moon plucks your feathers and wings; So do not laugh at the moon, laugh at yourself. Every night that time counts against you, Takes away a day from your life. Only he laughs in the face of the new moon, Who secures the profit of a reward from it. So why, then, do you not weep blood? Since through it your soul decreases and the snare increases. The heedless are asleep, the clever are lamenting; The donkey is more deserving of groaning than the packsaddle. To the wise, it is as clear as day, That the day and night of the heedless are ominous. The year is like a stage, and the month a parasang; Day and night are the jaws of a wound and a narrow field. When a man reaches his destination from the road, He then becomes aware of the path he has traveled. What has passed will never return; Time has rolled up the scroll of your life. With you are a hundred unpierced pearls in the casket; The house is full of thieves, and you are fast asleep. A life as short as an ant's and a fly's; But hopes longer than the lives of ten vultures. In the path of religion, short on action; For the sake of the world, long on hope. The place that death sets, what is it? The hope that gives release, what is it? Who is oblivious to the decree of death? The short-sighted one with long hopes. They do not buy, for the sake of profit and loss, Shivering fever on credit, the shoemakers. A multitude has been dismissed from their lives; And you are preoccupied with this brief life. You buy the pain of the heart with your soul; You get angry when I say that you are a donkey. Bear it with contentment if you bear sorrow and pain; Otherwise, leave behind intellect and acquire love.

Updated 2026-07-03

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