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The intellect is a powerful and good-natured sultan, That which they call God's shadow is it. The shadow is familiar with the Essence, How could the shadow be separated from the Essence? How could the shadow be anything but a servant? How could the shadow possess free will? The Universal Intellect holds the tablet beneath the clay, Wherever there is a command, it holds the command of 'Say'. The intellect goes forward as the speaker of the command, Its speech is a companion to the Quran. Whatever does not come from the court of the command, All of that is your pain, it is not a cure. Intellect is higher than illusion, sense, and analogy, Higher than the heavens and the astrologer. In affairs, it is the soul's administrator, In the kingdoms, it is God's scribe. Distinguish intellect from entanglement, A swelling is not the same as being plump. The Universal Intellect swiftly delivers you, From the companion of demons, fire, and smoke. It is God's mercy upon the foundation of the world, The Proof of Truth for the abode of Adam. Intellect within the pavilion of 'Be', Is for the sake of accepting 'Do' and 'Do not'. It was accepted, it became a manager again, It found fortune again following the secret. It became the receiver of the light of the command for all, Worthy of itself, not worthy of the word. Whoever wounded it oppositely from themselves, And whoever followed it, was saved from evil. With intellect, make plans like Jupiter, Do not take religion like the moon just for dominance. The vegetative soul is under its care, The speaking soul is under its guidance. Through generosity, it is the remover of sorrow, Its presence is the ultimate aspiration. Intellect knows the names of everything, It distinguishes between better and worse. The master of the human body is the intellect, Aware of every situation is the intellect. The pure and the carcass are on the same table, How could one know this except through the intellect? Whoever is familiar with the intellect, Is separated from all flaws. The wise man found, through success and salvation, In the house of corruption, the essence of righteousness. The wise man's speech through analogy, Is in religion, and his mind is a diamond. Even if the man of virtue is of the desert, His soul is the tablet of divine secrets. Virtue from a man is like the soul from the body, Without virtue, the soul is dead and the body alive. The patient one tastes the syrup of intellect, The donkey, being without intellect, carries the burden. When intellect memorized the alphabet of Truth, It took off the garment of falsehood from its head. Whoever is unworthy of their own intellect, Their forbearance is force, and their knowledge is ignorance. Whoever fell into the trap of idle talk, Their intellect fell into entanglements. A man without intellect is nothing but an illusion, A fruitless willow is not empty of demons. The brain is intellect, and the stars are heaviness, The elder is intellect, and the earthly ones are children. Intellect became the wet nurse for the sake of speech, For the striver in the cradle of conjecture. Intellect is both capable and subject to capability, Intellect is both commander and commanded. Higher than form, place, and location, At the gate of the eternal world. Intellect is the king, and others are the retinue, Because in rank, they are less than the intellect. All the honor of intellect is from God, Otherwise, it is helpless and misguided. Know the Universal Intellect as the roof, The ladder steps towards the roof are the senses. Intellect is the tablet, and the soul is the display of forms, The form is the command, and God is the form-maker. The Creator gave this honor to the intellect, Otherwise, when would you ever see this nobility? Intellect is blind in the alley of love, Rationality is the work of Avicenna. Towards you, intellect is either peace or enmity, This is your wound if intellect is this towards you. The intellect that is the guide of your tricks, That is not intellect, it is your entanglement. For the sake of reforming the enemy, It called the bright senses intellect. Do not look at that brightness, which in deception, Killed the moth with the lamp's light. Whoever mixed intellect with evil, Inevitably the intellect fled and they hung. Whatever your intellect showed, take that path, When your rook and horse are lost, take the king. Whoever is not familiar is a stranger, Whoever lacks intellect is insane. The disciple of the elder of need must be mute, So that his intellect becomes the speaker. When the disciple's intellect became a speaker, The rebellious demon remained dead at the door. Whoever became like Salman in intellect, Know that the demon of his heart became a Muslim. Inevitably, when he found perfection from intellect, He crossed three deserts in three hundred years. Whoever has the judgment and face of Salman, His final destination is Islam. There is no heat and glow from the breath of grapes, From intellect in the house of pride. And from reason, there is no thought of anything else, Of wine, chess, backgammon, lute, and flute. Reason came for the sake of safety and the command, It did not come for wine, piping, and gambling. Intellect is right for the command of kingship, It is not right for play and amusements. It is the restrainer of the pipe and the forbidder of wine, And the one you heard of as the 'Possessor of Command' is it. And these sultans who are not on the path of religion, Are not sultans, they are devils. The intellect that is for wealth, status, and village, Know that it is not an apothecary, it gives thorns. Intellect is not a pickpocket and trickster, Intellect is not two-faced and vengeful. Intellect is ashamed of poetry, What business does intellect have with lies and nonsense? Intellect does not oppress any heart, It does not intend praise and blame out of greed. Intellect is none other than the realized master, Intellect is not a babbling little Sufi. The one who seeks a toilet and bread, And the one who is growing and the one who is strange. And the one who, for the gathering of rogues, Brought the heat of July into the prison. And the one who binds the cold of December, Out of need. And the one who is clever and the one who is a hypocrite, And the one who is a slanderer and the one who is proud. And the one who makes glass out of stone, And the one who plays beads in a box. And the one who thousands of times on the ground, Placed his foot on his head like a hoop. There are many of this kind in the world, Whose calculation and number cannot be made. All these are borrowed intellects, Which are for status, wealth, and bad intentions. All these gold-showing ones give dust, All are apothecary-shaped and give thorns. Every cleverness that is unapproved, The human sense has stolen from the intellect. Whatever is good, if it is in the hand of evil, It is not his, it is the lost thing of reason. Intellect has no business but righteousness, Do not hold intellect as idle in righteousness. Intellect itself does not do bad deeds, Whatever is unapproved, it does not do. Intellect in the hands of a self-opinionated flock, Is like a lamp in a place of purity. Reason was the origin, knowledge, and reward, Its bad reputation is from a handful of thieves. Intellect is never satisfied with lies, Intellect is never the deputy of the judge. Intellect is nothing but truthful and solid, It is not a trickster and a throat-cutter. Intellect never thinks of mistakes, It does not think of calamity with you and me. Intellect is not the companion of force and slander, It is not the coverer of so-and-so's secrets. When it set foot in the nature of idle talk, The hand of Haidar is the punishment for the entangled intellect. The pain of orphans and the sorrow of children, Brought it greed for the public treasury. When it sought medicine for justice from Ali, He turned heated iron towards its side. Since its strength had no place to rest, The entangled intellect groaned bitterly. So that you know truly, not by face, That the heart sees the face from behind the eye. Because in the picture gallery of the soul, Following the five senses and the four elements. Intellect shuns these deeds, When does intellect intend the trap and the seed? They spin like worms around themselves, Because they are bound in their own ignorance. Although from deceit, trickery, and deception, And for the joy of Iblis's heart. They grow violets from your clay, They are dark-minded and brazen. The one among them who is wiser in work, Is secretly a scorpion and openly a friend. They are slow in generosity and quick in cruelty, They stir up storms like Bahman. So what can the far-seeing intellect do to you, What can it do to itself with you but this? Intellect shows its beauty somewhere, Where it becomes comfortable and rests. It will not show you a sign of itself, As long as you make its place a prison. Intellect has not shown its face to you, And if it did, what use would it be? This which from this aspect is the intellect of man and woman, This is not intellect, it is the theft of Ahriman. The mind of the counterfeiter, the diviner, and the sorcerer, The opinion of the thief, the illusionist, and the poet. All this sagacity, cleverness, and trickery, Are from the gift of Mercury and Saturn. It is evident what it gives for trickery, What does a Hindu and a pickpocket give? The gift of Mercury and the bestowing of Saturn, Will make you bent in a corner like a bow. The demon became full of mischief and noise from this intellect, Until it became blind to the deceit of damnation. Pass by intellect, trickery, and deception, For Azazil became Iblis from this. The reason that is the guide to evil, Curse it, for it is foolishness. Intellect knew the nature of miserliness from generosity, Intellect recognized the scent of willow from aloe wood. Pass by this cleverness of the rabble, Seek the intellect of religion and be its follower. The intellect of religion is a good friend to you, If you find it, it is not a trivial matter. The intellect of religion makes you like an arrow, It makes you a commander over all creation. The intellect of religion grants nothing but guidance, Until it takes you to Truth, it does not let go. A soul without intellect is a foolish thing, Noah without a spirit would be a boat. The intellect of men has reached the door of Truth, Becoming absolute from the bonds of good and evil. To the wise, they are like demons and beasts, Whoever is bound by good and evil. Because there is no share for the wise, From what? From the seven rulers and the nine...