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

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بخش ۷۴ - فی الشّوق / Section 74 - On Longing

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از پس این براق شوق بود
شوق در گردنش چو طوق بود

آفرینش چو گشت زندانش
پس خلاصی طلب کند جانش

آتشیش از درون برافروزند
که ازو عقل و جان و تن سوزند

تا که خود یار عشق خودبین است
بوتهٔ توبه از پی این است

هرکه را کوی عشق او تازه ست
توبه ای از کلید دروازه ست

شوق بی یار خود سرور بود
یار خود از خدای دور بود

شوق ذوقت به دوزخ اندازد
شوق شوقت چو حور بنوازد

چون برون رفت جان ز دروازه
دل کهنه ازو شود تازه

صورت از بند طبع باز رهد
دل ودیعت به روح باز دهد

افتد از سیر جان بی اندازه
از زمین تا به عرش آوازه

کرد کز باد شوق و درد رود
بر زن ار بگذرد چو مرد رود

هرچه در راه فتنه انگیزد
همه اش از پیش راه برخیزد

از پی پایتابه ای بشکوه
پشم رنگین شود به پیشش کوه

آتش او ز بهر بالا را
ببرد آب روی دریا را

چون مر او را ازو برانگیزند
اختران پیش او فرو ریزند

دیدهٔ او چو نور ره بیند
شمس در جنب او سیه بیند

بد و نیک اندر آن جهان نبود
خاک و خورشید و اختران نبود

هرکه را عشق کوی او باشد
در دلش جست و جوی او باشد

آسمانی دگرش گردانند
بر زمینی دگرش بنشانند

هر دمش نقش کفر دین گردد
هر نفس آسمان زمین گردد

هر زمان شوید از پی تگ و پوی
جبرئیلش به آب حیوان روی

خرد از نعرهٔ دلش کالیو
هیزم برق نعل اسبش دیو

آدمی سوز گشته از پی راه
مالک درد او به آتش آه

سر آهش ندارد ایچ صبور
پی او در نیابد ایچ غیور

نعل اسبش چو گرد بندازد
جبرئیلش حنوط جان سازد

او روان گشته سوی عالم نیست
باد فریاد کن که یک دم بیست

مصطفی ایستاده بر ره اوی
از سر لطف رب سلم گوی

اندر آویزد از پی اشراف
از درونش ترازوی انصاف

آب در راه او خلیل زند
مقرعش جان جبرئیل زند

همه را باز خود رساند به خود
کایچ یک را ازو نیامد بد

همه هستند و از همه همه دور
در نبی خوانده ای تصیرالامور

زو بد و نیک قوت و حولست
امر او ما یبدل القول است

امر او را تغیری نبود
خلق را جز تحیری نبود

بغض و حقد از صفات او دورست
غضب آن را بود که مقدورست

اوست قادر به هرچه خواهد خواست
هرچه خواهد کند که حکم او راست

English translation

After this was the Buraq of longing, Longing was like a collar around its neck. When creation became its prison, Then its soul sought liberation. They kindle a fire from within, That from it intellect, soul, and body are burned. As long as the friend of love is self-seeing, The crucible of repentance is for this purpose. Whoever's lane of love is fresh, Repentance is the key to the gate. Longing without the Beloved would be joy, The Beloved himself would be far from God. Longing for your pleasure throws you to hell, Longing for your longing caresses you like a houri. When the soul went out from the gate, The old heart becomes fresh from it. Form is released from the bond of nature, The heart gives back the trust to the spirit. From the journey of the soul without measure, A cry falls from the earth to the Throne. It made it so that from the wind of longing and pain it goes, If it passes over a woman, it goes like a man. Whatever stirs up trial in the path, It all rises from before the path. From the foot-wrap of majesty, Colored wool becomes a mountain before it. Its fire, for the sake of the high, Takes away the dignity of the sea. When they rouse him from him, Stars fall down before him. His eye, when it sees the light of the path, Sees the sun as black beside it. Bad and good were not in that world, Soil and sun and stars were not. Whoever has love in his lane, Has the search for Him in his heart. They turn him into another heaven, They seat him on another earth. Every moment the pattern of disbelief becomes religion, Every breath heaven becomes earth. Every moment he washes for the sake of striving, Gabriel washes his face with the water of life. Intellect is bewildered by the shout of his heart, The demon is the firewood for the lightning of his horse's shoe. A burner of man he has become for the path, Malik of his pain at the fire of a sigh. No patient one has the end of his sigh, No jealous one finds his track. When the shoe of his horse throws up dust, Gabriel makes it the balm for the soul. He has started walking toward the world of non-existence, The wind crying out: 'Wait for a moment!' Mustafa standing on his path, From the peak of kindness saying 'Lord, grant peace'. There hangs for the sake of nobility, Inside him the scale of justice. Water on his path is struck by Khalil, His scourge is struck by the soul of Gabriel. He returns all to himself, For not one bad thing came from him. All are, and yet far from all, In the Book you have read 'to Him all affairs return'. From Him is bad and good, strength and power, His command is 'the word is not changed'. His command has no change, For the people there is nothing but bewilderment. Malice and spite are far from His attributes, Wrath is for that which is decreed. He is powerful over whatever He wills to want, Whatever He wills He does, for the judgment is His.

Updated 2026-07-02

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