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بخش ۱ - المقالة الحادیة عشر / Section 1 - The Eleventh Discourse

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سالک جان پرور عالم فروز
پیش دوزخ شد چو آتش جمله سوز

گفت ای زندان محرومان راه
مرجع بی دولتان پادشاه

داغ جان خیل مهجوران توئی
آتش افروز دل دوران توئی

جوهر مدقوق را زهر آمدی
نفس سگ را مطبخ قهر آمدی

آتش عشق تو شد چون مشعله
ساختی دیوانگان را سلسله

آن سلاسل گرچه هم اعناق راست
لیک لایق گردن عشاق راست

جامهٔ جنگ از چه در پوشیدهٔ
می ندانم با که میکوشیدهٔ

تو ز عشق از بس که آتش یافتی
هر زمانی تشنه تر می تافتی

چند تابی زلف دلبندان نهٔ
چند سوزی ز آرزومندان نهء

ور همه از آرزو سوزی چنین
پس چه میسوزی چه افروزی چنین

گر خریدی سوز او تا سوختی
آنچه بخریدی چرا بفروختی

چون تو چندین سوز داری و گداز
هم بسوز خویش کار من بساز

زین سخن آتش بدوزخ درفتاد
گفتئی دریا ببرزخ درفتاد

گفت میسوزم من از اندوه خویش
آتشین دارم درین غم کوه خویش

بر جگر آبم نماند و در جحیم
یا همه زقوم یابم یا حمیم

من دو مغز افتاده ام در صد زحیر
آن دو مغزم آتش است و زمهریر

زآدمی و سنگ افروزم همه
لیک من از بیم خود سوزم همه

نه زملکم بیم ونه از مالک است
بیم من از کل شیء هالک است

گر برآرد عاشقی آهی ز دل
من بسوزم زود ناگاهی ز دل

چون دلم از خوف خود ناایمن است
بر زفانم جمله جز یا مؤمن است

این سررشته چو شمع ای اهل راز
اندر آتش کی توانی یافت باز

تو برو کاین جایگه جای تو نیست
آتش دوزخ ببالای تو نیست

سالک آمد پیش پیر دلفروز
قصه ای برگفتش الحق جمله سوز

پیر گفتش هست دوزخ بیشکی
اصل دنیا گرچه باشد اندکی

خلق میسوزند در وی جمله پاک
هیچکس را نیست زو بیم هلاک

گاه بیماریش رنگارنگ نقد
گه ز درمانهاش سر از سنگ نقد

گاه سرما کرده سردی بیشمار
گه زگرمی کرده گرما بی قرار

این چنین از عشق دنیا در وله
چیست دنیا دار من لا دار له

رنج دنیا جمله در خسران دینست
ترک آن گفتن همی تحصیل اینست

کس بدنیا در اگر باشد جنید
هم نیارد کرد موشی مرده صید

تا بدین در شاهبازی سر فراز
از سر غفلت ندارد دست باز

هرچه آن با تو فرو ناید بخاک
آن همه دنیا بود نه دین پاک

English translation

The life-nourishing, world-illuminating seeker Went before Hell, all-burning like fire. He said: 'O prison of those deprived of the path, O refuge of those without the King's fortune. You are the brand on the soul of the multitude of the separated, You are the kindler of fire in the heart of the era. To the diseased essence you have become a poison, To the dog-like ego you have become the kitchen of wrath. The fire of your love became like a torch, You have forged a chain for the madmen. Those chains, although meant for all necks, Are truly fitting only for the necks of lovers. Why have you donned the garment of war? I know not with whom you have been struggling. Because you found so much fire from love, Every moment you burned more thirstily. How long will you twist? You are not the tress of the beloveds. How long will you burn? You are not of the yearners. And if you burn so completely from such yearning, Then what are you burning, what are you igniting like this? If you bought His burning until you burned yourself, Why did you sell what you had bought? Since you possess so much burning and melting, By your own burning, resolve my affair.' From these words, fire fell into Hell, As if a sea had fallen into purgatory. It said: 'I am burning from my own sorrow; In this grief, my mountain is made of fire. No water remained on my liver, and in Hell, I find nothing but Zaqqum (the bitter tree) or boiling water. I am of two cores, fallen into a hundred distresses; Those two cores of mine are fire and freezing cold. I ignite entirely from men and stones, But I myself burn completely out of my own fear. My fear is neither of the realm nor of Malik (the guardian of Hell); My fear is from 'Everything is perishing'. If a lover were to bring forth a sigh from the heart, I would suddenly burn quickly from the heart. Since my heart is insecure due to its own fear, Upon my tongue is entirely the wail of 'O Believer'. This thread, like a candle, O people of secrets, How can you find it again within the fire? You go, for this place is not your place; The fire of Hell is not suited to your stature.' The seeker came before the heart-illuminating master, He told him a tale, in truth, entirely burning. The master said to him: 'Hell is, without a doubt, The essence of the world, even if it be small. The people burn in it completely and entirely, Yet no one has the fear of perishing from it. Sometimes its sickness is diverse in manifest cash; Sometimes from its remedies, the head strikes against the stone of reality. Sometimes the cold brings countless chill; Sometimes from the heat, the warmth makes one restless. Thus, in such bewilderment from the love of the world, What is the world? The abode of him who has no abode. The pain of the world lies entirely in the loss of religion; To forsake it is exactly the acquisition of this (religion). If anyone in the world were even a Junayd, He still could not hunt down even a dead mouse. As long as at this door a proud royal falcon, Does not withdraw its hand out of heedlessness. Whatever does not go down into the dust with you, All of that is the world, not pure religion.'

Updated 2026-07-03

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