1Cademy - بخش ۶ - در مدحت سایه خدا که سایه بودن وی مر آن حضرت را چون آفتاب بر همه ذرات عالم روشن است لازال ممدودا علی مفارق العالمین / Section 6 - On the Praise of the Shadow of God, whose being a shadow is as clear to that Presence as the sun upon all the atoms of the world; may it remain forever extended over the heads of the two worlds

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بخش ۶ - در مدحت سایه خدا که سایه بودن وی مر آن حضرت را چون آفتاب بر همه ذرات عالم روشن است لازال ممدودا علی مفارق العالمین / Section 6 - On the Praise of the Shadow of God, whose being a shadow is as clear to that Presence as the sun upon all the atoms of the world; may it remain forever extended over the heads of the two worlds

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دلم را چو فکرت بدینجا رسید
به مداحی شاه والا کشید

زمان را امان و امان را ضمان
درین نه صدف او و خور توامان

ملاذ الوری ملجاء الخافقین
هژ بر ظفر صید سلطان حسین

ز چترش سپهر برین سایه ای
ز قدرش فلک کمترین پایه ای

چو خورشید کو آسمان را گرفت
به میغ زرافشان جهان را گرفت

جهانگیری او به خود بود و بس
نبودش در آن منت از هیچ کس

به تختش همه خسروان سوده تاج
به تیغش همه سرکشان داده باج

فلک چون ببیند کمانش ز بیم
به قربانیش آورد سبز ا دیم

چو از زه فتد بر کمانش گره
برآید ز قوس قزح بانگ زه

چو جنبد خدنگش ازان سهم تیر
نشیند به خاک از سپهر اثیر

چو رمحش کند با فلک سرکشی
شود زان تغابن شهاب آتشی

به بهرام چرخ ار کمند افکند
به خاکش ز اوج بلند افکند

به خود و سپر درنیاورد سر
که پاس خداوند بودش سپر

زره بر تن خود نکرد استوار
که دریا که دیده ست در چشمه سار

نگهدار آن کس که یزدان بود
چه آسیبش از چرخ گردان بود

زهی بهر معماری این سرای
تو را ز آب و گل بر کشیده خدای

درین پر خلل چار دیوار خویش
مشو یک زمان غافل از کار خویش

به هر جا فتد رخنه فتنه زای
به یک مشت گل دست رحمت گشای

مبادا که دور از گل تازه ای
شود رخنه تنگ دروازه ای

درآید ز دروازه خیل بلا
بگیرد در و بام سیل بلا

به هر جا بود زین سرا خانه ای
شود خالی از گنج ویرانه ای

صدای خوش است این کهن طاق را
که عدل است معموری آفاق را

ز عدل است این گوی گردان به پای
ز عدل است این تنگ میدان به جای

اگر عدل نبود نماند جهان
به هم در رود آشکار و نهان

هر آن دل که از عدل جان پرورد
کجا رو به ظلمات ظلم آورد

بترسد ز ظلم آن که سالم هش است
که نفرین مظلوم ظالم کش است

English translation

When my heart's thought reached this point, it was drawn to the praise of the exalted king, safety to the age, and surety to safety itself, in these nine shells, he and the sun are twins. Refuge of mankind, sanctuary of the two horizons, the eagle of triumph over its prey, Sultan Husayn. From his canopy the highest heaven is but a shadow, from his rank the firmament is the lowest step. Like the sun that seized the sky and took the world with gold-scattering cloud, his world-conquest was by himself alone, owing in it no obligation to anyone. Upon his throne all monarchs have rubbed their crowns, to his sword all the defiant have paid tribute. When the sphere beholds his bow, out of dread it brings its green hide as a sacrifice. When a knot falls from the string upon his bow, from the rainbow rises the twang of the bowstring. When his arrow stirs, from that fearsome shaft the ethereal sphere sinks down to the dust. When his lance rebels against the sky, from that collision it becomes a fiery meteor. If he casts a lasso at Mars of the sphere, he hurls it to the dust from the lofty zenith. He did not lower his head into helmet and shield, for the guard of the Lord was his shield. He did not fasten armor firm upon his body, for who has ever seen the sea within a spring? The one whose keeper is God— what harm can come to him from the turning sphere? O you, for the building of this abode God has raised you up from water and clay: in these four flawed walls of yours do not for a single moment be heedless of your work. Wherever a sedition-breeding breach appears, open the hand of mercy with a fistful of clay, lest, far from fresh clay, a breach in some gateway be left gaping, and the host of calamity pour in through the gate, and the flood of ruin seize both door and roof, and wherever there is a chamber of this abode a ruin be left emptied of its treasure. A sweet sound it is for this ancient arch, that justice is the flourishing of the horizons. By justice this turning ball stands on its feet, by justice this narrow field keeps its place. If justice were not, the world would not endure; the seen and the unseen would collapse together. What heart that has nourished its soul on justice would ever turn toward the darkness of oppression? He whose mind is sound fears tyranny, for the curse of the oppressed is the slayer of the oppressor.

Updated 2026-07-20

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