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بخش ۱۶ - اندر معنی دل و جان و درجات آن ذکرالقلب انفع لان شأنه رافع / Section 16 - On the Meaning of the Heart and Soul and Their Degrees: The Mention of the Heart is More Beneficial Because Its Status is Exalted

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بخش ۱۷ - اندر جان و دل و تن گوید / Section 17 - On the Soul, Heart, and Body, He Speaks

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از در تن که صاحب کلهست
تا به دل صدهزار ساله رهست

هست بر سالکان به وقت رحیل
همچو موسی و خصم و منزل نیل

لیک بر وی چو بسته گردد کار
نار گردد به عاقبت دینار

تا خدای آن رهی که در بندست
همچو زنجیر در هم افگندست

پاره ای راه نیک داری پیش
از در نفس تا در دل خویش

راه دل مر ترا نه این راهست
عقل از آن قاصرست و کوتاهست

راه جسم تو سوی دل بمثل
هست چون حیز و منزل اول

که همی هردمی ز رنجوری
گفتی ای مکه وه که بس دوری

نقش مکه سه حرف دل تنگست
جز به رفتن هزار فرسنگست

هست بر سالکان به وقت بسیچ
راه دل را چو زلف زنگی پیچ

لیک بر وی چو گرم گشت آتش
راه گردد چو طبع زنگی خوش

آنکه ره را به جد نگیرد پیش
همچو زنگی بماند او درویش

وانکه رفت از سر طرب در ره
همچو زنگی بود به دل ابله

دین ندارد کسی که اندر دل
مر ورا نیست مغز دل حاصل

این چنین پر خلل دلی که تراست
دد و دامند با تو زین دل راست

پاره ای گوشت نام دل کردی
دل تحقیق را بحل کردی

تو ز دل غافلی و بی خبری
دگرست آن دل و تو خود دگری

دل بود راه آن جهانی تو
لیک دل را ز ده ندانی تو

پر و بال خرد ز دل باشد
تن بی دل جوال گل باشد

خشک و بی بر بمانده اندر گل
چون برند از درخت خرما دل

باطن تو حقیقت دل تست
هرچه جز باطن تو باطل تست

دین ز دل خیزد و خرد ز دماغ
دین چو روز آمد و خرد چو چراغ

آفتابی بباید انجم سوز
به چراغ تو شب نگردد روز

آن چنان دل که وقت پیچاپیچ
جز خدای اندرو نباشد هیچ

نه چنان دل که از پی تلبیس
هست مردار گلخن ابلیس

دل یکی منظریست ربانی
اندرو طرح و فرش نورانی

از سر جهل و روی نادانی
حجرهٔ دیو را چه دل خوانی

هست معراج دل به وقت فراغ
قاب قوسین عقل و شرع دماغ

از در چشم تا به کعبهٔ دل
عاشقان را هزار و یک منزل

خاص خواند هزار و یک نامش
عام داند هزار و یک دامش

آنکه بودند خواجه صاحب دل
پیش رفتند از تو صد منزل

بنشستد بر بساط سماط
تو بمانده پیاده هم به رباط

اصل هزل و مجاز دل نبود
دوزخ خشم و آز دل نبود

دل که او را سر بدست و بهست
دل مخوانش که آن نه دل که دهست

دل که با چیز این جهان شد خویش
دان که زان دل دلی نیاید بیش

اینت غبنی که یک رمه جاهل
خوانده شکل صنوبری را دل

این که دل نام کرده ای به مجاز
رو به پیش سگان کوی انداز

دل که بر عقل مهتری دارد
نه به شکل صنوبری دارد

دل که با مال و جاه دارد کار
این سگی دان و آن دو را مردار

English translation

From the door of the body, which possesses a crown, To the heart is a journey of a hundred thousand years. For seekers at the time of departure, it is Like Moses, the enemy, and the station of the Nile. But when affairs become blocked for him, Ultimately, the dinar turns into fire. Until God intertwines that path which is bound, Like a chain thrown together. You have a considerable portion of the good path ahead, From the door of the ego to the door of your own heart. Your path to the heart is not this path; The intellect is deficient and falls short of it. The path of your body toward the heart, as an example, Is like the weakling and the first stage. Who continuously, at every moment from affliction, Would say: 'O Mecca, alas, how very far you are!' The shape of Mecca is three narrow letters, Yet in traveling there it is a thousand parasangs. For the seekers, at the time of preparation, The path of the heart is full of twists like a Zangi's hair. But when the fire grows warm upon him, The path becomes pleasant like a Zangi's nature. He who does not earnestly undertake the path, Will remain impoverished like a Zangi. And he who travels the path out of mere mirth, Will be a fool at heart, like a Zangi. He has no religion, the one who in his heart, Has not attained the marrow (core) of the heart. A heart so full of defects as yours, Makes wild beasts and predators equal to you through this heart. You have named a piece of flesh the 'heart', You have let go of the true heart of realization. You are negligent and unaware of the heart, That heart is something else, and you yourself are something else. The heart is your path to that (other) world, But you do not know the heart from the village mud. The wings and feathers of intellect are from the heart; A body without a heart is a sack of mud. It remains dry and fruitless in the mud, When they cut the core (heart) from the date palm. Your inward reality is the truth of your heart, Anything other than your inward reality is your falsehood. Religion arises from the heart, and intellect from the brain, Religion is like the day, and intellect like a lamp. A star-burning sun is required, With your lamp, the night will not turn into day. Such a heart is one that, in times of turmoil, Contains nothing within it except God. Not a heart that, through deception, Is the carrion of the furnace of Satan. The heart is a divine panorama, Within it are luminous designs and carpets. From sheer ignorance and the face of foolishness, Why do you call the chamber of the demon a 'heart'? The ascension of the heart at the time of freedom, Is the 'two bow-lengths' of intellect and the law of the brain. From the door of the eye to the Kaaba of the heart, Lovers have a thousand and one stages. The elite call it a thousand and one names, The commoner knows it as a thousand and one snares. Those who were the masters, possessors of the heart, Have advanced a hundred stages ahead of you. They have sat at the spread of the banquet, While you have remained a foot-soldier even at the inn. The root of mockery and metaphor is not the heart, The hell of wrath and greed is not the heart. A heart that is inclined towards worse and better, Do not call it a heart, for that is not a heart but a village. A heart that becomes familiar with the things of this world, Know that from such a heart, nothing more of a heart will emerge. What a deception it is that a flock of ignorant people, Have called the pine-cone shape the 'heart'! This which you have metaphorically named a heart, Go and throw it before the dogs of the alley. The heart that holds mastery over the intellect, Does not have a pine-cone shape. The heart that concerns itself with wealth and status, Consider it a dog, and those two as carrion.

Updated 2026-07-03

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