1Cademy - بخش ۶۹ - فی کرمه و فضله / Section 69

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بخش ۶۹ - فی کرمه و فضله / Section 69 - On His Generosity and Grace

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ای خداوند قایم و قدوس
ملک تو نامماس و نامحسوس

از تو چیریم و بر تو چیر نه ایم
به تو سیریم و از تو سیر نه ایم

سوی ما گرچه هیچکس کس نیست
کرم تو نویدگر بس نیست

دین مان داده ای یقین مان ده
گرچه این هست بیش از این مان ده

گرچه بر نطع نفس شهماتیم
تشنهٔ وادی سماواتیم

کسی از بد همی نداند به
آنچه دانی که آن بهست آن ده

ای مراد امل نگاران تو
وی امید امیدواران تو

ای نهان دان آشکارا بین
تو رسانی امید ما به یقین

همه امید من به رحمت تست
جان و روزی همه ز نعمت تست

جگر تشنه مان ز کوثر دین
شربتی بخش پر ز نور یقین

نیست نز دانشی و نز هنری
جز تو سوی توام وکیل دری

هرچه بر من قضای تو بنوشت
همه نیکو بود نباشد زشت

هستم از هرکه هست جمله گریز
ناگزیرم تویی مرا بپذیر

بلبل عشق را ز گلبن جست
در ترنم نوای این همه تست

باز ناز من از طریق نیاز
بر سر سدره می کند پرواز

ملکها راند هرکه سوی تو راند
باز درماند هرکه زین درماند

که رساند به من سخن جز تو
که رهاند مرا ز من جز تو

نخری بوی رنگ و دمدمه تو
زین همه وارهانم ای همه تو

عجز و بیچارگی و ضعف خری
نخری سستی و خری و تری

رنج بر درگه تو آسانیست
بی زبانی همه زبان دانی است

همه را کش تو از برای همه
پس قبول تو خونبهای همه

از تو برتافتن عنان امل
چیست جز آیت و نشان زلل

صورت قهر در دلش روید
هر که جز مهر حضرتت جوید

سیرت ما ز صورت اشرار
وا رهان ای مهیمن اسرار

English translation

O Eternal and Holy Lord, Your kingdom is intangible and imperceptible. Through You we are victorious, yet we hold no sway over You; By You we are fulfilled, yet of You we are never sated. Though to us no one is a true helper, Is Your generosity not a sufficient harbinger of hope? You have given us religion, now grant us certainty; Even though we have this, give us more than this. Though we are checkmated on the chessboard of the self, We are thirsty for the valley of the heavens. No one knows good from evil; Grant us that which You know is best. O Goal of those who paint their hopes, And O Hope of those who hope in You. O Knower of the hidden, Beholder of the manifest, You will surely bring our hope to realization. All my hope lies in Your mercy; Life and sustenance are entirely from Your bounty. To our thirsty hearts, from the Kauthar of religion, Grant a draught filled with the light of certainty. It is not from my knowledge or my skill; I have no advocate at the door toward You except You. Whatever Your decree has written for me, It is all good and cannot be evil. I am in flight from all who exist; You are my only recourse, so accept me. The nightingale of love sought the rosebush; In its singing, all these melodies are Yours. My falcon of pride, through the path of need, Flies to the top of the Lote-tree of the boundary. Whoever journeyed toward You ruled over kingdoms, While whoever remained behind from this was left helpless. Who but You can convey words to me? Who but You can deliver me from myself? You do not purchase pretense, color, or empty words; Deliver me from all of this, O You who are everything. You buy helplessness, destitution, and weakness; You do not buy slackness, folly, or self-indulgence. Hardship at Your threshold is ease; Wordlessness is the highest eloquence. Draw everyone near for the sake of all, For Your acceptance is the blood-money of everyone. Turning the reins of hope away from You, What is it but a sign and token of error? The form of wrath will grow in the heart of Whoever seeks anything other than the love of Your Presence. Deliver our character from the form of the wicked, O Guardian of secrets.

Updated 2026-07-02

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