1Cademy - بخش ۲ - افتتاح نامه به نام یگانه ای که چشمه روشن مهر از دریای نوالش یک نم است و دفتر ملون سپهر از آیات کمالش یک رقم / Section 2 - Opening of the book in the name of the Unique One, from the sea of Whose bounty the bright spring of love is but a drop, and from the signs of Whose perfection the colorful scroll of the sphere is but a single letter

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بخش ۲ - افتتاح نامه به نام یگانه ای که چشمه روشن مهر از دریای نوالش یک نم است و دفتر ملون سپهر از آیات کمالش یک رقم / Section 2 - Opening of the book in the name of the Unique One, from the sea of Whose bounty the bright spring of love is but a drop, and from the signs of Whose perfection the colorful scroll of the sphere is but a single letter

Original content

به نام آن که نامش حرز جانهاست
ثنایش جوهر تیغ زبانهاست

زبان در کام کام از نام او یافت
نم از سرچشمه انعام او یافت

خرد را زو نموده دمبدم روی
هزاران نکته باریک چون موی

پی آن مو زبان را شانه کرده
ز دندان شانه را دندانه کرده

تعالی الله زهی قیوم دانا
توانایی ده هر ناتوانا

فلک را انجمن افروز از انجم
زمین را زیب انجم ده به مردم

مرتب ساز سقف چرخ دایر
فراز چار دیوار عناصر

به ناف غنچه گل را نافه پیوند
ز گل بر شاهد گلبن حلی بند

قصب باف عروسان بهاری
قیام آموز سرو جویباری

بلندی بخش هر همت بلندی
به پستی افکن هر خود پسندی

گناه آموز رندان قدح خوار
به طاعت گیر پیران ریاکار

انیس خلوت شب زنده داران
رفیق روز در محنت گزاران

ز بحر لطف او ابر بهاری
کند خار و سمن را آبیاری

ز کان جود او باد خزانی
کند فرش چمن را زرفشانی

ز شکرش پر شکر کام شگرفان
ز قهرش زهر عیش تلخ حرفان

وجودش آن فروزان آفتاب است
که ذره ذره از وی نوریاب است

گر از خورشید و مه دارد نهان روی
فتد در عرصه نابودشان گوی

به ما زان منت هستی نه آمد
که هست و هستی و هستی ده آمد

ز بام آسمان تا مرکز خاک
اگر صد پی به پای وهم و ادراک

فرود آییم یا بالا شتابیم
ز حکمش ذره ای بیرون نیابیم

مبرا ذاتش از چونی و چندی
مبراتر ز پستی و بلندی

ز بیچونیش چون و چندها هست
بلندان با علو قدر او پست

خرد در ذات او آشفته رایی
طلب در راه او بی دست و پایی

اگر بنهد به لطف خود قدم پیش
شود زو دوری ما دمبدم بیش

چو خیزد صدمت صیت جلالش
بود در بارگاه لایزالش

ملک شرمنده از نادانی خویش
فلک حیران ز سرگردانی خویش

همان بهتر که ما مشتی هوسناک
کنیم آیینه از زنگ هوس پاک

ز بود خود فراموشی گزینیم
پس زانوی خاموشی نشینیم

English translation

In the name of the One Whose name is the amulet of souls, Whose praise is the essence of the sword of tongues. The tongue in the palate found its desire from His name, And moisture from the spring of His bounty. To the intellect, He has revealed face to face, moment by moment, Thousands of points as fine as a hair. For the sake of that hair, the tongue has become a comb, Making the teeth of the comb from its own teeth. Exalted is God! What a wise, self-subsisting Lord, The giver of strength to every weakling. He who makes the heavens shine with stars, And adorns the earth with people as its stars. The arranger of the ceiling of the revolving sphere Above the four walls of the elements. Grafting the musk-pod to the navel of the rosebud, Binding ornaments on the beauty of the rose-bush. The weaver of fine garments for the brides of spring, The teacher of uprightness to the cypress of the stream. Bestowing highness upon every lofty ambition, Casting down to the depths every self-conceited person. The teacher of sin to the cup-drinking libertines, Accepting the obedience of hypocritical elders. The companion of the solitude of night-vigil keepers, The friend of the day for those enduring hardships. From the ocean of His grace, the spring cloud Waters both the thorn and the jasmine. From the mine of His generosity, the autumn wind Scatters gold upon the carpet of the meadow. From gratitude to Him, the palates of the noble are filled with sugar, From His wrath, the pleasure of the bitter-spoken becomes poison. His existence is that radiant sun From which every atom receives light. If He hides His face from the sun and the moon, Their sphere falls into the arena of non-existence. The obligation of existence did not fall upon us, Except because He is, and is existence, and is the Giver of existence. From the roof of heaven to the center of the earth, If a hundred times, on the feet of imagination and perception, We descend or hasten upward, We shall not find a single atom outside His command. His essence is free from how and how-much, And even freer from lowliness and height. From His quality of being beyond 'how', all 'hows' and 'how-manys' exist; The exalted are lowly compared to the loftiness of His status. Intellect is bewildered in trying to comprehend His essence, Seeking is handless and footless on His path. Even if He steps forward with His grace, Our distance from Him increases moment by moment. When the impact of the fame of His majesty arises, In His eternal court, The angel is ashamed of his own ignorance, And the sphere is bewildered by its own wandering. It is best that we, a handful of desire-driven ones, Cleanse the mirror of our hearts from the rust of desire, Choose forgetfulness of our own existence, And sit behind the knee of silence.

Updated 2026-07-08

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