1Cademy - بخش ۱۸ - در کشف پرده از حقیقت دل و در بیان آنکه دل در پهلوی صاحبدل دل شود / Section 18 - On Unveiling the Veil of the Truth of the Heart, and Explaining That the Heart Becomes a Heart Beside the Possessor of the Heart

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بخش ۱۸ - در کشف پرده از حقیقت دل و در بیان آنکه دل در پهلوی صاحبدل دل شود / Section 18 - On Unveiling the Veil of the Truth of the Heart, and Explaining That the Heart Becomes a Heart Beside the Possessor of the Heart

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گلبن جان را که به گل کاشتند
آرزوی غنچه دل داشتند

چون ز گل آن گلبن تر سر کشید
غنچه نو رسته دل بردمید

درج در آن غنچه چو اوراق گل
هر چه در آفاق چه جزء و چه کل

حسن بیان آیت تفضیل او
کون و مکان دفتر تفصیل او

چرخ فلک وانچه بود در خمش
وانچه خرد نام نهد عالمش

در سعت دایره دل گم است
آن همه چون قطره و دل قلزم است

آنکه خدای همه گنجد در او
این همه پیداست چه سنجد در او

اینکه پس پرده تن پردگیست
دستخوش زندگی و مردگیست

مظهر اسرار دل آمد نه دل
مطرح انوار دل آمد نه دل

دل اگر این مهره بود کز گل است
فرق بدین مهره ز خر مشکل است

لاف خردمندی ازین مهره چند
خر هم ازین مهره بود بهره مند

هر که بر این مهره چو خر دل نهاد
در گرانمایه به خر مهره داد

تا نکنی روی به دریا دلی
نبودت از گوهر دل حاصلی

تا نزنی خیمه به پهلوی پیر
همچو دل از دل نشوی بهره گیر

هست دلت بیضه و مرغ نکو
بی اثر جنبش و پرش در او

تا که به جنبش رسد آنگه پرش
زیر پر پیر دهش پرورش

پیر که باشد شه کون و مکان
خواجه داد و ستد کن فکان

تخت نشانی ز سرافکندگی
تاج سرش خاک در بندگی

تن شده چون موی ز بیم و امید
مو شده از ظلمت هستی سفید

چون مه نو لیک به جهد تمام
پشت دو تا کرده به خدمت قیام

جیب دلش مشرق انوار غیب
نور به کف کرده چو موسی ز جیب

زندگی دل چو مسیح از دمش
سبزی جان چون خضر از مقدمش

طلعت او نور سعادت فشان
خلعت او دامن دامن کشان

علم یقین برده به چرخش علم
کشت وی از عین یقین دیده نم

سینه پاکیزه اش از کبر و کین
حقه پر گوهر حق الیقین

صحبتش اکسیر مس هر وجود
همتش ایثار کن بحر جود

جامی اگر نقد یقین بایدت
جدی و جهدی به ازین بایدت

پا بکش از هر چه بود زان گزیر
دامن اقبال چنین پیر گیر

English translation

When they planted the rosebush of the soul in clay, They desired the bud of the heart. As that fresh rosebush raised its head from the clay, The newly-grown bud of the heart blossomed. Enclosed in that bud, like the petals of a rose, Is everything in the horizons, both part and whole. The beauty of speech is the sign of its superiority; The universe and space are the volume of its detail. The celestial sphere and whatever lies in its curve, And whatever the intellect names as 'its world'— Are lost within the vast circle of the heart; All of that is like a drop, and the heart is an ocean. Since the God of all is contained within it, It is clear what value all these things hold in comparison. That which is veiled behind the curtain of the body, Is subject to life and death. It is the manifestation of the heart's secrets, not the heart itself; It is the place where the heart's lights fall, not the heart itself. If the heart were only this piece of flesh made of clay, It would be difficult to distinguish it from that of a donkey. How long will you boast of wisdom because of this piece of flesh? A donkey is also endowed with this piece of flesh. Whoever fixes their heart on this piece of flesh like a donkey, Has traded a precious pearl for a cheap clay bead. Until you turn your face toward ocean-heartedness, You will gain no fruit from the pearl of the heart. Until you pitch your tent beside the spiritual guide, You will not, like a true heart, benefit from the heart. Your heart is an egg, and the fine bird within it Has no sign of movement or flight. So that its wings may eventually find motion, Give it nurture under the wing of the spiritual guide. Who is the spiritual guide? The king of time and space, The master of the commerce of 'Be, and it is'. He sits on the throne because of his humility; The crown of his head is the dust of the door of servitude. His body has become thin as a hair from fear and hope; His hair has turned white from the darkness of existence. Like the crescent moon, yet with utmost effort, He has bent his back, standing in service. The collar of his heart is the sunrise of the lights of the Unseen, Holding light in his palm like Moses drawing his hand from his cloak. The life of the heart is like Jesus from his breath; The greenness of the soul is like Khidr from his arrival. His countenance scatters the light of felicity; His robe of honor drags along the ground in majesty. His banner of 'knowledge of certainty' has reached the heavens; His field is watered by the 'eye of certainty'. His pure breast is free from pride and malice, A casket full of the pearls of 'truth of certainty'. His company is the elixir for the copper of every existence; His spiritual resolve is a generous ocean that bestows. O Jami! If you desire the cash of certainty, You must strive and endeavor better than this. Withdraw your foot from whatever is dispensable, And grasp the robe of the fortune of such a spiritual guide.

Updated 2026-07-18

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