1Cademy - بخش ۳۱ - عقد هشتم در بیان ارادت که عنان قصد از مقاصد مجازی تافتن است و بر باد پای جهد به کعبه مراد حقیقی شتافتن / Section 31 - The Eighth Knot: On the Explanation of Devotion (Irada), Which Is Turning the Reins of Intent Away from Metaphorical Goals and Speeding on the Wind-Swift Steed of Effort Toward the Kaaba of True Desire

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بخش ۳۱ - عقد هشتم در بیان ارادت که عنان قصد از مقاصد مجازی تافتن است و بر باد پای جهد به کعبه مراد حقیقی شتافتن / Section 31 - The Eighth Knot: On the Explanation of Devotion (Irada), Which Is Turning the Reins of Intent Away from Metaphorical Goals and Speeding on the Wind-Swift Steed of Effort Toward the Kaaba of True Desire

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ای درین دامگه وهم و خیال
مانده در ربقه عادت همه سال

حق که منشور سعادت داده ست
در خلاف آمد عادت داده ست

چند سر در ره عادت باشی
تارک تاج سعادت باشی

کرده ای عادت و خو پرده خویش
باز کن خوی ز خو کرده خویش

دیده کز بهر صنایع باشد
تا دلیل ره صانع باشد

منظر شاهد رعنا سازی
با رخش نرد تماشا بازی

گوش کامد پی قرآن شنوی
تا به فرموده یزدان گروی

روزن بانگ نی و چنگ کنی
به سماع غزل آهنگ کنی

دست دادند که بی رنج و ملال
سازیش آبله از کسب حلال

نه که از جام شوی باده گسار
داریش بر کف دست آبله وار

پات دادند که از راه وفا
آوری رو به صف اهل صفا

نه که دین در ره آفات نهی
پا به میدان خرابات نهی

لب و دندان و زبانت دادند
قوت نطق و بیانت دادند

تا شوی بر نهج صدق و صواب
متکلم به اسالیب خطاب

نه که بیهوده سخن سنج شوی
خلق را مایه صد رنج شوی

آنچه گفتم همه عادات بد است
که نه شایسته دین و خرد است

به کز اینها همه پیوند گشای
آوری روی ارادت به خدای

هست ارادت بر هر آزاده
ترک ما کان علیه العاده

ای خوش آن وقت که بی فکر و نظر
بر زند خواستی از جان تو سر

کوه اگر بر تو کشد تیغ به جنگ
با مرصع کمر از دم پلنگ

دست خود در کمر آری با کوه
در دلت ناید ازو هیچ شکوه

همچو خورشید که نبود میغش
خویش را عور زنی بر تیغش

خون لعل از جگرش بگشایی
نقد کان از کمرش بربایی

بلکه چون کبک نهی پا به سرش
وز لگدکوب کنی پی سپرش

ور رسد بادیه ژرف به پیش
فسحت آن ز دل عارف بیش

گردبادش به فلک سوده کلاه
گشته گوی کلهش قبه ماه

خار آن دشنه بیدادگران
خاک آن تشنه خونین جگران

کوه با صرصر آن ریگ نمای
ریگ چون اخگر سوزان ته پای

به هوایش چو کند مرغ گذر
همچو پروانه فتد سوخته پر

بگذری از سر آن همچو سحاب
از مژه بر تف آن ریزان آب

ور بگیرد ره تو دریایی
قله موج به گردون سایی

جرم سیاره چو گوهر در وی
ماهی چرخ شناور در وی

غوک آن پنجه زنان با خرچنگ
گام اول ز وی و کام نهنگ

زان کنی همچو صبا زود گذار
نکنی لب تر ازان کشتی وار

هر چه القصه شود بند رهت
روی برتابد ازین قبله گهت

یک به یک را ز میان برداری
قدم صدق به جان برداری

تا نهی بزم به خلوتگه راز
چنگ وحدت ز نوای تو به ساز

ور بود تار ارادت ز تو سست
سازش اندر قدم پیر درست

باز در خواهش او خواهش خویش
روز در افزونیش از کاهش خویش

باش پیش رخش آیینه صاف
بر تراش از دل خود زنگ خلاف

شو سمندر چو فروزد آتش
باش در آتش او خرم و خوش

English translation

O you who in this trap of illusion and fantasy Have remained in the collar of habit all year round, The Truth, who has granted the charter of happiness, Has granted it in going against habit. How long will your head be on the path of habit, Being the abandoner of the crown of happiness? You have made habit and custom your veil; Untie your nature from what you have habituated. The eye, which is meant for witnessing creations, So that it may be a guide to the path of the Creator, You make it a place to behold the beautiful beloved, Playing the game of gazing at her face. The ear, which came to hear the Quran, So that you may believe in the command of the Lord, You make it a window for the sound of the reed and the harp, Tuning it to the listening of love-lyrics. They gave you hands so that, without distress and weariness, You make them blistered from lawful earning, Not that you become a wine-drinker from the cup, Holding it like a blister on the palm of your hand. They gave you feet so that, through the path of loyalty, You turn your face toward the ranks of the people of purity, Not that you put your religion on the path of perils, And set foot into the tavern of ruins. They gave you lips, teeth, and a tongue; They gave you the power of speech and expression, So that you may speak in the ways of address Upon the path of truth and correctness, Not that you become a composer of futile words And become the source of a hundred griefs for people. All that I have mentioned are evil habits Which are not worthy of religion and intellect. It is better that you untie your bonds from all of these, And turn the face of devotion toward God. Devotion, for every free person, is Abandoning whatever has become a habit. Oh, how pleasant is that time when, without thought or reflection, A desire sprouts from your soul! If a mountain draws a sword to fight you, With a jeweled belt made of a leopard's tail, You put your hand around the mountain's waist, And no fear of it enters your heart. Like the sun when it has no clouds, You throw your naked self onto its sword. You release the ruby blood from its liver, And snatch the cash of the mine from its waist. Nay, rather, you set your foot on its head like a partridge, And trample it under your feet. And if a deep wilderness lies ahead, Whose vastness is even greater than the heart of a gnostic, Its whirlwind rubbing its hat against the heavens, The dome of the moon becoming the ball of its cap, Its thorns being the daggers of oppressors, Its dust thirsty for the blood of the heavy-hearted, The mountain appearing like sand in its fierce wind, The sand like burning embers beneath the feet, If a bird passes through its air, Its wings burn and it falls like a moth, You will pass over it like a cloud, Pouring water from your eyelashes onto its intense heat. And if a sea blocks your way, Its wave-crests rubbing against the sky, The bodies of the planets like pearls within it, The fish of the celestial sphere swimming in it, Its frog wrestling with the crab, Its first step being into the throat of the alligator, You will pass through it swiftly like the morning breeze, Not wetting your lips, just like a ship. In short, whatever becomes a barrier on your path, Or turns its face away from this your Qiblah, You remove them one by one, And take the step of sincerity with your soul, Until you set up your banquet in the sanctuary of secrets, And the harp of Unity is tuned by your melody. And if the string of devotion is weak in you, Mend it in the footsteps of the spiritual guide. And seek your own desire within his desire, Increasing daily through your self-diminution. Be a polished mirror before his face, Scrape the rust of opposition from your heart. Become a salamander when he kindles fire; Remain cheerful and happy within his fire.

Updated 2026-07-07

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