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

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بخش ۳۷ - در انسانی و حیوانی گوید / Section 37 - On the Human and Animal, He Speaks

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هست ترکیب نفس انسانی
نفسی و عقلی و هیولانی

از دل و جان و نیروی فایت
حد او حی ناطق مایت

گل و دل دان سرشتهٔ آدم
این برآن آن برین شده درهم

هرچه جز مردمند یک رنگند
یا همه صلح یا همه جنگند

روح انسان عجایبیست عظیم
آدم از روح یافت این تعظیم

بلعجب روح روح انسانیست
که در این دیوخانه زندانیست

گاه با امر سوی حق یازد
گاه با خلق خالکی بازد

فلکی زیر دست او پیوست
او خود از دست خویش هفت بدست

پایی اندر تن و یکی در جان
متحیر بمانده چون مرجان

گل و دل آدمی چو نخچیر است
هم زبونست و هم زبون گیرست

گاه عاجز ضعیف تن ز تبی
گاه همچون سبع پر از شغبی

تن ضعیف و قوی دل آدمی است
آفریده تن از گل آدمی است

لیک دارد میان گل گوهر
نیست از خلق مر ورا همسر

اعتقاد ترا به خیر و به شر
جز قیامت مباد قیمت گر

نیست از بهر طامع و خایف
هیچ قیمت گری چنو منصف

نفخهٔ صور سور مردانست
هرکه زان سور خورد مرد آنست

راز اگر چون زمین نگهداری
آسمان وار بهره برداری

روی دل را خرد روان آمد
بهرهٔ چار طبع جان آمد

روح چون رفت خانه پاک بماند
کالبد در مغاک خاک بماند

هرکه زین جرعه طافح و ثملست
عقل او شب چراغ روز دلست

در شب وصل پرده گر باشد
راز در روز پرده در باشد

روز باشد قوی دل و غماز
با ضعیفان به شب به آید راز

زانکه مقلوب روز زور بود
مرغ عیسی به روز کور بود

English translation

The composition of the human soul is Animative, intellectual, and material; From heart and soul and fleeting power, Its definition is a living, rational, dying being. Know clay and heart as Adam's molded form, This upon that, that upon this, intermingled. Whatever is other than human is of one hue, Either all peace or all war. The human spirit is a great marvel, Adam attained this reverence from the spirit. The greatest marvel is the human spirit, Which is imprisoned in this demon-house. Sometimes by Divine command it reaches for the Truth, Sometimes it plays in the dust with creation. The heavens are continually subjugated by it, Yet it is helpless at its own hands. One foot in the body and one in the soul, It remains perplexed like coral. The clay and heart of man are like prey, It is both the subjugated and the captor. Sometimes weak and frail of body from a fever, Sometimes like a wild beast full of tumult. Man's body is weak and his heart is strong, Man's body is created out of clay. But within the clay he possesses a jewel, Among creation he has no equal. Your belief in good and evil, Let nothing appraise it but the Resurrection. For the greedy and the fearful, There is no appraiser as just as that. The blast of the trumpet is a feast for men of God, Whoever partakes of that feast is truly a man. If you keep a secret like the earth, You will reap a harvest like the sky. For the face of the heart, intellect became the flowing spirit, The portion of the four natures became the soul. When the spirit departs, the house is left clean, The body remains in the hollow of the earth. Whoever is brimming and intoxicated from this sip, His intellect is the night-lamp for the heart's day. If in the night of union there is a veil, The secret during the day will tear the veil. The day is bold-hearted and a talebearer, With the weak, secrets are better kept at night. Because the reverse of day (ruz) is force (zur), The bird of Jesus (the bat) is blind by day.

Updated 2026-07-03

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