1Cademy - بخش ۵۶ - در بی وفایی عالم و سرعت زوال حیات فانی / Section 56 - On the Faithlessness of the World and the Swiftness of the Decay of Mortal Life

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بخش ۵۶ - در بی وفایی عالم و سرعت زوال حیات فانی / Section 56 - On the Faithlessness of the World and the Swiftness of the Decay of Mortal Life

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گیتی که نشیمن زوال است
آسوده دلی در او محال است

ماتمکده ایست تیره و تنگ
در وی ز وفا نه بوی نی رنگ

هر گل که برآید از گل او
چاک است ز خار غم دل او

هر لاله که بردمد ز باغش
باشد ز فنا به سینه داغش

سروش که کله به چرخ ساید
از باد اجل ز پا درآید

گردون که حواله گاه عامه ست
در ماتم خود کبود جامه ست

خورشید کش از فلک حصاریست
از بیم و زوال رعشه داریست

انجم که برین بلند طاقند
درمانده به داغ احتراقند

ارکان که درین سرای پستند
از هم شب و روز درشکستند

گه باد کشد چراغ آتش
گه گردد ازو سموم ناخوش

گه خاک شود بر آب چیره
سازد گهرش چو خویش تیره

گاهی شود آب سیل بی باک
صد چانه زند به سینه خاک

روزی دو سه گر شوند ناکام
در طینت تو به یکدگر رام

آن رام شدن نه جاودانیست
دامی پی مرغ زندگانیست

این دام درد به یکدم از هم
وین مرغ کند ز دامگه رم

زیرک مرغی که پر نینداخت
در حلقه دام کار خود ساخت

بگشاد ز خود رهی نهانی
تا نزهتگاه جاودانی

چون دام ز پیش برگرفتند
وارکان ره خویش برگرفتند

او نیز به جای خویشتن رفت
زین تنگ قفس سوی چمن رفت

بیرون ز مضیق بیم و امید
برداشت نوای عیش جاوید

نادان مرغی که دام نشناخت
بر روضه جان نظر نینداخت

بر دولت خود ببست ره را
معشوقه گرفت دامگه را

از گیسوی دام و خال دانه
شد بند به عشق جاودانه

معشوقه چو روی ازو بپوشید
در قطع ره فراق کوشید

افتاد جدا ز وصل معشوق
بگذشت فغان او ز عیوق

لیکن چو فراق دیدنی بود
فریاد و فغان کجا کند سود

معشوقه گرفته در بغل نی
جز حسرت و درد ازو به دل نی

بختش چو بدین وبال باشد
آسودگیش محال باشد

جامی به کسی مگیر پیوند
کاخر دل ازو ببایدت کند

از خلق جهان جلیس خود شو
زین وحشتیان انیس خود شو

بیگانه شو از برون سرایی
با جوهر خود کن آشنایی

کرده ز برونیان فراموش
با جوهر خویش شو هم آغوش

معشوق ازل که در بر توست
آیینه طلب ز جوهر توست

در هر چه زنی به غیر خود چنگ
بر آینه تو گردد آن زنگ

تا آینه تو غرق زنگ است
نزهتگه وصل بر تو تنگ است

زآیینه خویش زنگ بزدای
راهی به حریم وصل بگشای

چون آینه تو ساده گردد
آن ره بر تو گشاده گردد

چندان تابد لوامع نور
ک آیینه شود هم از میان دور

مغزت یابد رهایی از پوست
از پوست جدا تو مانی و دوست

نی نی که تو نیز هم نمانی
با او باشی ز خود نهانی

English translation

The world, which is the abode of decay, A tranquil heart in it is impossible. It is a house of mourning, dark and narrow, In it there is neither scent nor hue of faithfulness. Every rose that springs from its clay, Its heart is torn by the thorn of grief. Every tulip that sprouts from its garden, Bears on its breast the brand of annihilation. The cypress whose crown rubs against the sphere, Falls down from the wind of death. The firmament, which is the destination of all, Wears a dark-blue garment in its own mourning. The sun, which has a rampart from the sky, Trembles from fear and decay. The stars, which are high upon this lofty arch, Are helpless with the brand of burning. The elements, which are in this lowly abode, Break one another apart night and day. Sometimes the wind extinguishes the lamp of fire, Sometimes from it comes an unpleasant scorching blast. Sometimes earth prevails over water, Making its jewel murky like itself. Sometimes water becomes a fearless flood, Striking a hundred blows on the breast of the earth. If for two or three days they, unwillingly, Are tamed to one another in your nature, That taming is not everlasting; It is a snare set for the bird of life. This snare tears apart in a single moment, And this bird bolts away from the snare-place. The clever bird that did not shed its feathers, Managed its own affair within the noose of the snare. It opened from within itself a hidden road, Toward the everlasting pleasure-garden. When they lifted the snare away, And the elements took up their own path, It too went to its own place; From this narrow cage it went toward the meadow. Beyond the strait of fear and hope, It raised the melody of eternal delight. The ignorant bird that did not recognize the snare, Did not cast its gaze upon the garden of the soul. It closed the road upon its own fortune, It took the snare-place as its beloved. By the tresses of the snare and the mole of the bait, It became bound in everlasting love. When the beloved veiled her face from it, It strove to travel the road of separation. It fell apart from union with the beloved, And its lament passed beyond the star Capella. But since the separation was destined to be witnessed, How could crying and wailing avail? Holding the beloved in its embrace? No— Nothing but regret and pain from her in the heart. Since its fortune lies in such calamity, Its ease is impossible. Jami, do not form a bond with anyone From whom in the end you must pluck your heart away. Become your own companion, apart from the people of the world; Become your own intimate, apart from these wild ones. Become a stranger to what lies outside the house, And make acquaintance with your own essence. Having forgotten the outsiders, Become embraced with your own essence. The eternal Beloved who is in your embrace— Seek the mirror from your own essence. Whatever other than yourself you grasp at, That becomes rust upon your mirror. As long as your mirror is drowned in rust, The pleasure-garden of union is narrow for you. Wipe the rust from your own mirror, Open a path to the sanctuary of union. When your mirror becomes clear, That path becomes open to you. So greatly do the flashes of light shine forth, That the mirror itself vanishes from the midst. Your kernel finds release from the shell; Freed from the shell, there remain you and the Friend. No, no—for you too do not remain; You are with Him, hidden from your own self.

Updated 2026-07-19

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