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بخش ۲۳ - اندر تضرّع و عجز / Section 23 - On Supplication and Helplessness

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از تو زاری نکوست زور بدست
عور زنبور خانه شور بدست

زور بگذار و گرد زاری گرد
تا ز فرق هوا برآری گرد

زانکه داند خدای از سر حدق
کز تو زورست زور و زاری صدق

چون تو دعوی زور و زر داری
دیده را کور و گوش کر داری

روی و زر سرخ و جامه رنگارنگ
نام تو ننگ جوی و صلح تو جنگ

بر در حق به گرد زاری گرد
که به زاری شوی درین در فرد

این نه از وام توختن باشد
بی نیازی فروختن باشد

قدرتش را به چشم عجز مبین
خواجه آزاد کن مباش چنین

تا به خود قایمی بپوش و بخور
ور بدو دایمی بدوزد و مدر

هرچه هست ای عزیز هست از وی
بود تو چون بهانه یاوه مگوی

بی تو گل مسجدست و با تو کنشت
با تو دل دوزخ است و بی تو بهشت

بی تو خود کارها همه کرده است
با تو کرهٔ نه پرورده است

تو تویی مهر و کین از آن آمد
تو تویی کفر و دین از آن آمد

بنده ای باش بی نصیبه و چیر
که فرشته نه گرسنه ست و نه سیر

از تو بیم و امید دولت راند
چون تو رفتی امید و بیم نماند

بوم چون گرد کاخ شه گردد
شوم و بدروز و پر گنه گردد

چون قناعت کند به ویران جای
پر او به بود که فر همای

ز آب و آتش زیان پذیرد مشک
نافهٔ مشک را چه تر و چه خشک

چه مسلمان چه گبر بر در او
چه کنشت و چه صومعه بر او

گبر و ترسا و نیکو و معیوب
همگان طالبند و او مطلوب

نیست علت پذیر ذات خدای
تو به علت کنون چه جویی جای

مهر دین برنیاید از تلقین
مه فرو شد چو تافت نور یقین

پارسا گر به است او را به
پادشا گر بدست ما را چه

تو نکوکار باش تا برهی
با قضا و قدر چرا ستهی

اندرین منزلی که یک هفته ست
بوده تابوده آمده رفته ست

لفظ یسعی بخوان که اندر نشر
طرقوا گوی مؤمن است به حشر

مصطفی گفت خه از آن مه شد
دست موسی خلیل اوه شد

واو اوه وفای دینش داد
رتبت و قربت یقینش داد

پس چو واو از میان اوه رفت
مانده آه مجرد اینت شگفت

آه ماندست یادگاری ازو
ملت او نبود کاری ازو

پیش تا صور در دهد آواز
خویشتن را بکش به تیغ نیاز

گر پذیرند گشتی آسوده
ورنه انگار بوده نابوده

بر در بی نیازی از که و مه
گر تو باشی وگرنه او را چه

روز بهر خروس کی پاید
چون شود وقت خور برون آید

چه وجودت به نزد او چه عدم
مثل تو بر درش نیاید کم

چون برون تاخت چشمهٔ روشن
حاجتی نایدش به مقرعه زن

این همه طمطراق آب و گلست
ورنه آنجا که محض جان و دلست

چه کند طرقوی مشتی خس
طرقو گوی نور خویشش بس

آن چراغ ترا به تست امید
خود برآید به تافتن خورشید

صرصر این شمع را بننشاند
جان او نیم عطسه بستاند

پس دراین کوچه نیست راه شما
راه اگر هست هست آه شما

همه از راه بندگی دورید
چون خزان سال و ماه مغرورید

چون تو گه نیک باشی و گه بد
ترست از خود بود امید به خود

پس چو شد روی عقل و شرم سپید
رو تو یکسان شمار بیم و امید

English translation

From you, supplication is beautiful, and force is ugly; The naked one in the hornet's nest makes a clamor. Leave power aside and go around supplication, So that you may raise dust from the head of passion. For God knows from the depth of the eye Whether your power is mere force, or your supplication is sincere. When you claim power and gold, You keep your eyes blind and your ears deaf. Your face and gold are red, your clothes colorful, Your name seeks shame, and your peace is war. At the door of Truth, go around supplication, For through supplication you will become unique at this door. This is not like paying off a debt; It is showing off self-sufficiency. Do not look at His power with the eye of helplessness; O master, be free, do not be like this. As long as you stand by yourself, clothe and feed yourself; But if you are eternal through Him, let Him sew and do not tear. Whatever exists, O dear one, exists from Him; Your existence is but an excuse, do not speak vanity. Without you, the clay is a mosque; with you, it is a temple; With you, the heart is hell; without you, it is heaven. Without you, all tasks are already done; With you, not even a colt has been raised. You are you; love and hatred came from that; You are you; disbelief and faith came from that. Be a servant without share or dominance, For the angel is neither hungry nor full. From you, fear and hope drive fortune; Once you are gone, neither hope nor fear remains. When an owl wanders around the king's palace, It becomes ill-omened, miserable, and full of sin. When it is content with a ruined place, Its feathers become better than the glory of the Huma bird. Musk receives harm from water and fire, But what does it matter to the musk-pod whether it is wet or dry? Whether Muslim or Zoroastrian at His door, Whether temple or monastery before Him. The Zoroastrian, the Christian, the good, and the flawed, All are seekers, and He is the sought. The essence of God accepts no cause; Why do you now seek a place through cause? The seal of religion does not come from instruction; The moon set when the light of certainty shone. If the devout is good, it is good for him; If the king is bad, what is it to us? Be a doer of good so you may be saved; Why do you contend with destiny and decree? In this abode which lasts but a week, Since time immemorial, others have come and gone. Read the word 'yasaa' (strives), for in the resurrection, The one who calls 'make way' is the believer at the gathering. Mustafa said 'khah' (bravo) and became greater than the moon; The hand of Moses' friend became 'awwah' (sighing). The letter 'waw' of 'awwah' gave him loyalty of faith; It gave him the rank and closeness of certainty. Then when 'waw' left the middle of 'awwah', Only the bare 'ah' (sigh) remained—how wondrous! A sigh remains as a souvenir of him; His creed had no other task of him. Before the trumpet sounds, Slay yourself with the sword of neediness. If they accept, you become tranquil; If not, consider the existed as non-existed. At the door of Self-Sufficiency, what does it matter of the great or small Whether you exist or not? When does the day wait for the rooster? When the time of the sun comes, it shines forth. Whether your existence is before Him or your non-existence, The likes of you at His door are never few. When the bright spring gushes out, It has no need for a herald. All of this is the pomp of water and clay; Otherwise, where there is pure soul and heart, What can the herald's cry of a handful of weeds do? Its own light is herald enough for it. That lamp of yours has hope in you, But the sun rises by its own shining. The gale cannot blow out this candle; A mere half-sneeze takes away its life. Therefore, your path is not in this alley; If there is a path, it is your sigh. You are all far from the path of servitude; You are proud year and month like autumn. Since you are sometimes good and sometimes bad, Your fear should be from yourself, and your hope in yourself. Then, when the face of intellect and shame turns white, Go and count fear and hope as equal.

Updated 2026-07-03

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