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Haft Awrang

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بخش ۲ - مناجات در اظهار افتادگی عجز و پیری و به پایمردی عنایت استدعای دستگیری / Section 2 - Supplication in Expressing Fallenness, Helplessness, and Old Age, and Seeking Deliverance through the Intercession of [Divine] Favor

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کرم گسترا عاجز و مضطرم
بگستر سحاب کرم بر سرم

به عجز و ضعیفی و پیریم بین
ز اسباب قوت فقیریم بین

نه دستی که کاری برآید ازو
نه پایی که راهی گشاید ازو

به بخشایش و لطف دستی گشای
ببخشا بر این پیر بی دست و پای

جوانی که با دل سیاهی گذشت
به موی سیه در تباهی گذشت

سیه مویی از من چو برتافت روی
تو نیز از دل من سیاهی بشوی

چو شد مویم از نور پیری سفید
مگردان ز نور خودم ناامید

دلم را که آمد سیاهی پسند
ز «نور علی نور» کن بهره مند

سیاهی دل شد مرا تو به توی
به دل رفت گویی سیاهی ز مو

بسی در دل این آرزو آیدم
که از دل سیاهی به مو آیدم

ز موی سفید خودم در حجاب
کنم از سواد دل آن را خضاب

گرفتم که از دل شود مو سیاه
چگونه کنم راست پشت دوتاه

چنان مانده ام در نماز خضوع
که نایم دگر با قیام از رکوع

زمانه کمان وار پشتم شکست
ز تا سرکشم بر آن چله بست

کنون می کشم زین کمان تیر آه
هدف می کنم سینه مهر و ماه

چه حاصل ازین تیر گردون گذر
چو هرگز نشد صید کامی شکار

نیندازم آن را ز شست هوس
غرض چیست از آنم تو دانی و بس

نخواهم ز تو خلعت خسروی
کزان گرددم پشت دولت قوی

نخواهم ز تو علم و فضل و هنر
کز افضال و احسان شوم بهره ور

نخواهم ز تو شغل اهل صلاح
کزان گرددم حور و جنت مباح

دلی خواهم از تو پر از درد و داغ
کش از غیر درد تو باشد فراغ

دلی خواهم آزاده از تاب و پیچ
در او غیر یاد تو نگذشته هیچ

دلی خواهم از هر غم و درد پاک
زاندوه نایاب تو دردناک

که تا کنج نابود منزل کنم
ز عالم همه رو در آن دل کنم

کنم نیست نقش کم و بیش را
در آن نیستی گم کنم خویش را

کشم سر به جلباب گم بودگی
ز گم بودگی یابم آسودگی

چو ماهی شوم غرق دریای ژرف
زبان را فرو بندم از صوت و حرف

برم ره به جایی سخن مختصر
که باشم ز نوی و کهن بی خبر

تو بینی به من خویشتن را نه من
تو گویی به من این سخن را نه من

نیایم دگر باز ازان نیستی
شوم مخزن راز ازان نیستی

بدین پایه جامی کسی یافت دست
که در بند هستی نشد پای بست

ز ناقص فروغان نظر برگرفت
فروغ از چراغ پیمبر گرفت

English translation

O Spreader of generosity, I am helpless and distressed; spread the cloud of Your generosity over my head. Look upon my helplessness, weakness, and old age; see my poverty in the means of strength. Neither a hand from which any work comes forth, nor a foot from which any road is opened. With mercy and grace, open a hand; have mercy on this old man bereft of hand and foot. The youth that passed with a black heart passed in ruin while my hair was black. Since black-hairedness has turned its face from me, You too, wash the blackness from my heart. Since my hair has turned white from the light of old age, do not make me despair of Your light. My heart, which has come to favor blackness, make it partake of 'light upon light.' The blackness of my heart has become layer upon layer; it is as if the blackness went from the hair into the heart. Often this longing comes into my heart: that the blackness might come from my heart back to my hair. From my white hair I am in shame, so I would dye it with the blackness of my heart. Suppose the hair were made black from the heart— how then would I make straight my doubled-over back? I have remained so bowed in the prayer of humility that I can no longer rise from bowing to standing. Time has broken my back like a bow; from its curve it has bound the bowstring upon it. Now I draw from this bow the arrow of my sigh; I make the breast of the sun and moon my target. What gain is there from this heaven-crossing arrow, since no prey of desire was ever brought down? Yet I will not cast it from the thumbstall of longing— what its purpose is, You alone know. I do not want from You the robe of kingship, by which my back would be strengthened with fortune. I do not want from You knowledge, virtue, and art, by which I would profit from favors and beneficence. I do not want from You the occupation of the righteous, by which houris and paradise would be made permissible to me. I want from You a heart full of pain and anguish, one freed from all but the pain of You. I want a heart liberated from twist and turn, in which nothing but the remembrance of You has passed. I want a heart pure of every sorrow and pain, aching with the rare grief that is of You, so that I may make my dwelling in the corner of non-being, and turn my face from the whole world toward that heart. I would nullify the image of less and more; in that non-being I would lose myself. I would draw my head into the cloak of lostness; from lostness I would find repose. Like a fish I would drown in the deep sea; I would seal my tongue from sound and speech. In brief, I would make my way to a place where I am unaware of the new and the old. You would behold Yourself through me, not I; You would speak this speech through me, not I. I would not return again from that non-being; I would become the treasury of the secret from that non-being. To this rank, O Jami, one has attained his hand who did not become fettered in the bond of existence, who withdrew his gaze from those of deficient radiance and took his light from the lamp of the Prophet.

Updated 2026-07-20

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