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بخش ۱۴ - اندر جمع بین عقل و شرع / Section 14 - On the Reconciliation of Intellect and Religious Law

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عقل چشم و پیمبری نورست
آن ازین این از آن نه بس دورست

اینکه در دست شهوت و خشمند
چشم بی نور و نور بی چشمند

نور بی چشم شاخ بی بر دان
چشم بی نور جسم بی سر دان

این تواضع نمای پر تلبیس
وآن تکبر فزای چون ابلیس

این ز دست امیر چیز دهد
وآن ز کون رئیس تیز دهد

نیست جز شرع و عقل و جان و دماغ
خلق را در دو خطه چشم و چراغ

چون ترا از خرد هوا بدلست
خنده ت آید ز هرچه جز جدلست

چون خرد سوی هر دلی پوید
وز دل هرکسی سخن گوید

از پی مصلحت درین بنیاد
کاولش آتش است و آخر باد

قهرمان امین یزدانیست
بهرمان نگین انسانیست

عقل جز داد و جز کرم نکند
که اولوالامر خود ستم نکند

عقل چون برگشاد زاغ هوس
درکشد چون تذرو سر در خس

راکبی کز خرد عنان دارد
اسب انجام زیر ران دارد

چهره ای را که روز بد نبود
هیچ مشاطه چون خرد نبود

از خرد بدگهر نگیرد فر
کی شود سنگ بدگهر گوهر

مده ای پور روز نیک به بد
با خردرو زآن نه با دل خود

با خرد باش و از هوا بگریز
که هوا علتیست رنگ آمیز

کون بی تجربت فساد بود
تجربت عقل مستفاد بود

خرد از بهر عاطفت باشد
ختم عمرش بر این صفت باشد

خرد از بهر بر و احسانست
زانکه خود خلقتش ازین سانست

حرف بد بر زبان بون باشد
هرکه با دین بود نه دون باشد

ملک عقل از عقود کانی به
پادشاهی ز پاسبانی به

عقل را هیچ مدح نتوان گفت
جز بدو در مدح نتوان سفت

شو رها کن جهان فانی را
تا بدانی جمال باقی را

آن کسی کو به ملک عقل رسید
دو جهان را چنانکه هست بدید

از برای حصول نعمت دل
در دل آویز خاک بر سر گل

ای خداوند خالق سبحان
من رهی را به ملک عقل رسان

سخن عقل چون تمام آمد
علم را در جهان نظام آمد

English translation

Intellect is the eye, and prophethood is the light, That from this, and this from that, are not very far. Those who are in the hands of lust and anger, Are eyes without light, and light without eyes. Consider light without an eye as a branch without fruit, Consider an eye without light as a body without a head. This one feigns humility but is full of deceit, And that one increases in arrogance like Iblis. This one gives things from the hand of the commander, And that one gives a fart from the chief's behind. There is nothing but religious law, intellect, soul, and brain, For the people in the two realms as their eye and lamp. Since for you, desire is a substitute for intellect, You laugh at everything except disputation. When intellect hastens toward every heart, And speaks from the heart of everyone. In pursuit of what is beneficial in this foundation, Whose beginning is fire and whose end is wind. It is the trustworthy champion of the Divine, It is the ruby ring of humanity. Intellect does nothing but justice and generosity, For those in authority do not themselves commit oppression. When intellect drives away the raven of desire, Desire draws its head into the brushwood like a pheasant. A rider who holds the reins of intellect, Has the horse of the final destination under his thighs. For a face that has no bad day, There is no beautifier like the intellect. A base-born person does not gain glory from intellect, When does a base stone become a jewel? O son, do not exchange a good day for a bad one, Walk with intellect, not with your own heart. Be with intellect and flee from desire, For desire is an illness that mixes colors. Existence without experience is corruption, Experience is the acquired intellect. Intellect is for the sake of affection, The end of one's life will be upon this attribute. Intellect is for the sake of righteousness and beneficence, Because its own creation is of this sort. A bad word on the tongue is a foul smell, Whoever is with religion is not base. The kingdom of intellect is better than mineral necklaces, Kingship is better than being a watchman. No praise can be said for the intellect, Except through it, pearls of praise cannot be pierced. Go, let go of the mortal world, So that you may know the eternal beauty. The one who reached the kingdom of intellect, Saw the two worlds just as they are. For the sake of attaining the bounty of the heart, Cling to the heart, throw dirt on the head of clay. O Lord, the Glorious Creator, Bring me, the servant, to the kingdom of intellect. When the discourse on intellect came to completion, Knowledge found order in the world.

Updated 2026-07-03

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