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بخش ۱۳۹ - در مذمت صوفی نمایان ظاهر آرای و معنی گزاران صورت پیرای / Section 139 - On the Condemnation of Outward-Adorning Pseudo-Sufis and Form-Decorating Explainers of Meaning

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حذر از صوفیان شهر و دیار
همه نا مردم اند و مردمخوار

هر چه دادی به دستشان خوردند
هر چه آمد ز دستشان کردند

کارشان غیر خواب و خوردن نی
هیچ شان فکر روز مردن نی

ذکرشان صرف بهر سفره و آش
فکرشان صرف در وجوه معاش

هر یکی کرده منزلی دیگر
نام آن خانقاه یا لنگر

بهر نیل امانی و شهوات
کرده میل اوانی و ادوات

فرش های لطیف افکنده
ظرف های نکو پراکنده

دیگدان کنده دیگ بنهاده
کرده آلات طبخ آماده

چشم بر در که کیست کز ده و شهر
یافته از طریق مردان بهر

گوشت یا آرد آورد دو سه من
تا نشیند به صدر شیخ زمن

سر انبان لاف بگشاید
بر حریفان گزاف پیماید

نکند بس ز مهمل و قلماش
تا به آن دم که پخته گردد آش

هرگز اسباب آش نادیده
نگشاده بر آشنا دیده

بهر آش است آشنایی او
ز آتش دیگ روشنایی او

هر کجا مفسدی مجالی یافت
کامردی را ز شهر سر برتافت

کرد یاد حضور درویشان
که سرم خاک مقدم ایشان

سفره پر نان و فوطه پر خرما
کیسه پر نقل و کاسه پر حلوا

آمد از شهر تا به منزل وی
امردک هم دوان دوان در پی

سر درون زد که السلام علیک
لیتنی دائما اعیش لدیک

شیخ برجست و در جواب سلام
که علیک السلام و الاکرام

در هم آویختند هر دو دغل
به تمنای دستبوس و بغل

امردک نیز پیش شیخ دوید
روی بر دست و پای او مالید

او هم از رحمت مسلمانی
بوسه ای برزدش به پیشانی

بعد ازان شیخ جای خود بنشست
پرسش حال و کار در پیوست

کارتان چیست حال تان چونست
اهل و مال و عیال تان چونست

یک به یک را جواب نیک شنید
رو در آن شخص کرد و زو پرسید

کین پسر می شود تو را فرزند
یا نه شاگرد توست و خویشاوند

گفت ازین هر سه نیست هیچکدام
لیک با ماش نسبتی ست تمام

نسبتی دور دور کرد بیان
که ازان سر کار گشت عیان

English translation

Beware of the Sufis of the city and country, They are all inhuman and devourers of men. Whatever you gave into their hands, they consumed, Whatever was within their power, they did. Their work is nothing but sleeping and eating, They have no thought whatsoever of the day of death. Their remembrance is spent solely for the table and broth, Their thoughts are spent entirely on the means of livelihood. Each has established another dwelling, Calling it a Sufi lodge or a hospice. To achieve their desires and passions, They have inclined toward fine vessels and utensils. They have spread elegant carpets, And scattered beautiful dishes around. They have dug fire-pits and set up cauldrons, And made ready the utensils for cooking. Keeping their eyes on the door, to see who from the village or city, Having received some portion from the path of spiritual men, Will bring two or three mans of meat or flour, So that the Sheikh of the age may sit at the seat of honor, Open the neck of his bag of boasting, And measure out exaggerations to his companions. He will not cease from nonsense and deceptive talk, Until the moment the broth is fully cooked. Having never seen the ingredients of the broth, He has never looked upon an acquaintance with true friendship. His friendship is solely for the sake of the broth, And his enlightenment comes only from the fire of the cauldron. Wherever a mischief-maker found an opportunity, He turned a young boy away from the city. He recalled the presence of the dervishes, saying, 'May my head be the dust under their feet.' With a table full of bread, a waist-cloth full of dates, A bag full of sweetmeats, and a bowl full of halva, He came from the city to the dervish's abode, With the young boy running along close behind him. He poked his head inside, saying, 'Peace be upon you! Would that I could live in your presence forever!' The Sheikh leapt up, and in response to the greeting, Said, 'Upon you be peace and honor!' The two deceitful ones embraced each other, Seeking hand-kissing and hugs. The young boy also ran before the Sheikh, Rubbing his face against the Sheikh's hands and feet. The Sheikh, out of Islamic mercy, Planted a kiss upon his forehead. After that, the Sheikh sat in his place, And proceeded to ask about their health and affairs: 'What is your work, and how is your state? How are your family, wealth, and household?' He heard good answers to each question one by one, Then turned to that person and asked him: 'Is this boy your son, Or is he your apprentice and relative?' He replied, 'He is none of these three, But he has a very close relation to us.' He described a highly distant relationship, From which the true nature of the matter became apparent.

Updated 2026-07-07

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