1Cademy - بخش ۱۵ - در فضیلت مطلق سخن که در فضیلت وی سخن مطلقا نیست / Section 15 - On the Absolute Virtue of Speech, in Whose Virtue There is Absolutely No Dispute

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بخش ۱۵ - در فضیلت مطلق سخن که در فضیلت وی سخن مطلقا نیست / Section 15 - On the Absolute Virtue of Speech, in Whose Virtue There is Absolutely No Dispute

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پیشترین نفحه باغ سخن
هست نسیم چمن آرای کن

صبحدم آن نفحه چو برخاسته ست
خشک و تر این چمن آراسته ست

زان نفس اول قلم سرزده
سر ز نیستان عدم بر زده

گرچه قلم داد سخن داده است
بی سخن او هم ز سخن زاده است

چون ز سخن زاد سخن در گرفت
پرده ازین راز سخن برگرفت

هست سخن پرده کش رازها
زنده کن مرده آوازها

نغمه خنیاگر دستانسرای
مرده بود بی سخن جان فزای

چون به سخن یار شود ساز او
جان به حریفان دهد آواز او

هر که نفس را کند اثبات جان
جز سخن خوش نبود جان آن

هست نفس قالب و جانش سخن
این نفس از زنده دلان گوش کن

گرچه سخن هست گرههای باد
در گرهش بین گهر صد گشاد

هر گره از وی گهری بلکه به
بسته در آن گوهر دیگر گره

حرفی اگر زیر شود یا زبر
نیست گره پیش خرد جز گهر

نیست سخن بسته این صوت و حرف
مرغ سخن راست نوایی شگرف

هر چه فتد سری ازان در دلت
معنی نو گردد ازان حاصلت

پیش سخندان سخن است آن همه
جان سخن را چو تن است آن همه

لاجرم آنان که ز کار آگهند
گفته جهان را کلمات اللهند

زانکه به آن منهی غیب از درون
می دهد اسرار نهانی برون

مطرب خوش لهجه به آن در نواست
گنبد فیروزه ازان پر صداست

خیز و به گلزار درون آ یکی
نرگس بینا بگشا اندکی

از پی گوشی که کند فهم راز
بین دهن گل چو لب غنچه باز

سوسن آزاد و زبان در زبان
مرغ سحر خیز و فغان در فغان

کاشف اسرار و معانی همه
عرضه ده گنج نهانی همه

این همه خود هست ولی ز آدمی
کس نزده پیش در محرمی

کشف حقایق به زبان وی است
حل دقایق ز بیان وی است

چنگ سخن گرچه بسی ساز یافت
از دم او نغمه اعجاز یافت

زر سخن را چو نمودم عیار
از سخن زر چه کشم بار عار

چون فلک ار زانکه ترازو نهی
زر مه و مهر به یک سو نهی

پله دیگر صدف در کنی
وز سخن همچو درش پر کنی

زر سبک پایه شود چرخ سای
در گرانمایه نجنبد ز جای

جامی اگر هست تو را گوهری
پای شد آمد بکش از هر دری

بر زر هر سفله منه چشم آز
همچو صدف با گهر خود بساز

English translation

The foremost breeze of the garden of speech Is the wind that adorns the meadow of divine creation. When that breeze arose at dawn, It adorned both the wet and dry of this meadow. From that first breath, the Pen emerged, Raising its head from the reed-bed of non-existence. Although the Pen has done justice to speech, Without speech, it too was born of speech. Since it was born of speech, it took up speech, It lifted the veil from this mystery of speech. Speech is the drawer of the veil over secrets, The reviver of dead voices. The melody of the storytelling minstrel Would be dead without soul-increasing speech. When his instrument becomes a companion to speech, His voice gives soul to his companions. Whoever proves that breath is the soul, The soul of that breath is nothing but sweet speech. Breath is the body, and speech is its soul; Hear this breath from those who are living of heart. Although speech is but knots of wind, See within its knots a hundred openings of pearls. Every knot of it is a pearl, nay, even better, Within that pearl, another knot is tied. If a letter goes under or over, To the intellect, that knot is nothing but a jewel. Speech is not bound to this sound and letter; The bird of speech has a wondrous melody. Whatever secret of it falls into your heart, A new meaning will be attained by you from it. To the master of speech, all that is speech; All of that is like the body to the soul of speech. Therefore, those who are aware of the mystery Have called the world the Words of Allah. For through it, the messenger of the Unseen from within Delivers the hidden secrets to the outside. The sweet-voiced minstrel plays with it; The turquoise dome of heaven is full of echo from it. Arise and enter the flower-garden; Open the seeing eyes of the narcissus a little. For the sake of an ear that understands secrets, See the flower's mouth open like the bud's lip. The noble lily is tongue in tongue, The early-rising bird is wailing in wailing. All are revealers of secrets and meanings, All are presenters of the hidden treasure. All of this is true, but of humankind, None has knocked at the door of intimacy more closely. The discovery of realities is through his tongue; The resolution of subtleties is from his speech. Although the harp of speech found many tunings, From his breath, it found the melody of miracles. When I tested the gold of speech's purity, Why should I bear the burden of shame from golden speech? If, like the heavens, you set up a scale And place the gold of the moon and sun on one side, And fill the other pan with the shell of pearls, And fill it with speech as precious as pearls, The gold will prove lightweight, rising to the skies, While the precious pearl of speech will not budge from its place. O Jami, if you possess a jewel, Withdraw your feet from going to every door. Do not cast greedy eyes on the gold of every base person; Like a seashell, be content with your own pearl.

Updated 2026-07-18

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