1Cademy - بخش ۱۰ - عقد اول در پرده گشایی از گشادگی دل و بیان آنکه در پهلوی راستان به وی توان رسید محروم ماند هر که در پهلوی خویش طلبید / Section 10 - The First Knot on Unveiling the Openness of the Heart, and Explaining That It Can Be Reached by the Side of the Righteous; Deprived Remains Whoever Seeks It in Their Own Side

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Haft Awrang

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بخش ۱۰ - عقد اول در پرده گشایی از گشادگی دل و بیان آنکه در پهلوی راستان به وی توان رسید محروم ماند هر که در پهلوی خویش طلبید / Section 10 - The First Knot on Unveiling the Openness of the Heart, and Explaining That It Can Be Reached by the Side of the Righteous; Deprived Remains Whoever Seeks It in Their Own Side

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ای به پهلوی تو دل در پرده
سر ازین پرده برون ناورده

دل که هر سر بود آورده او
دل در پرده بود پرده او

یکدم از پرده غفلت بدر آی
باشد این راز شود پرده گشای

نیست این پیکر مخروطی دل
بلکه هست این قفس و طوطی دل

گر تو طوطی ز قفس نشناسی
به خدا ناس نیی نسناسی

دل شه خرگهی است این خرگاه
نام خرگه ننهد کس بر شاه

شه دگر باشد و خرگاه دگر
ترک خرگه کن و در شاه نگر

گلبن جان چو نشاندند به گل
بود مقصود ازل غنچه دل

غنچه دل چو شکفتن گیرد
در وی آفاق نهفتن گیرد

عالم و عالمیان در وی گم
همچو یک قطره نم در قلزم

چرخ یک غنچه ز بستان دل است
نطق یک نغمه ز دستان دل است

عنصر ناز ز باغش وردی
توده خاک ز راهش گردی

یک نفس وارهوا از سحرش
هفت دریا صدف یک گهرش

نه فلک پیش درش دهلیزی
پیش چیزیش حهان ناچیزی

زیب دست ادبش خاتم دین
آسمان کتبش نقش نگین

گنج پنهان ازل را گنجور
نشر احسان ابد را منشور

میوه زار کرمش نامقطوع
میوه خوار حرمش ناممنوع

گوی او دستخوش ما و تو نیست
رشته اش مهره کش ما و تو نیست

بلکه ما در کف او دستخوشیم
بسته رشته او مهره وشیم

اوست چون باد صبا ما چو غبار
اوست چون ابر چمن ما چو بهار

گرد مسکین ز زمین چون خیزد
گر نه در دامن باد آویزد

کی کشد سبزه سر از خاک چمن
رشته ابر نیفکنده رسن

هست ازو بخشش و بخشایش ما
هست ازو کاهش و افزایش ما

تن به جان زنده و جان زنده به دل
نیست هر جانور ارزنده به دل

زنده بودن به دل از محرمی است
این هنر خاصیت آدمی است

بی دل زنده چه مردار چه تو
زین شرف مانده چه دیوار چه تو

دل به تدبیر خرد نتوان یافت
بگذر از خود که به خود نتوان یافت

این که در پهلوی چپ می بینی
به اگر پهلو از او درچینی

راستی جوی که در پهلویش
دل و جان زنده شود از بویش

سالها خون جگر باید خورد
خاک ره کحل بصر باید کرد

بو که از زنده دلی یابی بوی
به ره زنده دلی آری روی

دل شود زنده ز بیخویشتنی
نه ز پر علمی و بسیار فنی

به اگر حاصل خود را سوزی
که به تحصیل چراغ افروزی

ره به بی خویشتنی آوردن
بهتر از دود چراغت خوردن

گر تو از خود ننشینی به فراغ
روشنایی ندهد دود چراغ

به چراغی چه شوی روی به راه
که کند دود ویت خانه سیاه

جو چراغی که نباشد دودش
رهنما ساز سوی مقصودش

پرتو نور دل پیر است آن
که چو خورشید جهانگیر است آن

دیده مپسند ازان نور فراز
هستی خویش در آن نور بباز

همچو خور گر به خود آتش نزنی
گر شوی صبح دم خوش نزنی

English translation

O you, beside whom the heart is in a veil, Never having brought its head out of this veil. The heart, of which every secret is its creation, The heart in the veil is its own veil. Come out for a moment from the veil of negligence, So that this secret may unveil itself. The heart is not this conical physical form, Rather, this is the cage and the heart is the parrot. If you do not distinguish the parrot from the cage, By God, you are not a human but a half-human beast. The heart is the king of a pavilion, and this body is the pavilion, No one bestows the name of the pavilion upon the king. The king is one thing and the pavilion another, Leave the pavilion and gaze upon the king. When they planted the rosebush of the soul in the clay, The eternal purpose was the bud of the heart. When the bud of the heart begins to bloom, The horizons begin to hide within it. The universe and its inhabitants are lost in it, Like a drop of moisture in the vast ocean. The sphere of heaven is but a bud from the garden of the heart, Speech is but a melody from the songs of the heart. The element of grace is a rose from its garden, The mound of earth is but a speck of dust from its path. Be free for a moment from its magic, The seven seas are but the shell for its single pearl. The nine heavens are but a vestibule before its door, Before its reality, the world is a non-entity. The signet ring of religion adorns the hand of its discipline, The sky of its books is the engraving of its seal. The keeper of the hidden treasure of eternity, The charter for spreading the bounty of infinity. The orchard of its generosity is never-failing, The fruit-eater of its sanctuary is never forbidden. Its polo-ball is not at the mercy of you and me, Its thread is not pulled by our beads. Rather, we are at the mercy of its hand, Bound to its thread like beads. It is like the morning breeze, and we are like dust, It is like the meadow's cloud, and we are like spring. How can the wretched dust rise from the earth, If it does not cling to the skirt of the breeze? How can the greenery lift its head from the meadow's soil, If the thread of the cloud does not cast down its rope? From it comes our giving and our forgiving, From it comes our decreasing and our increasing. The body is alive through the soul, and the soul is alive through the heart, Yet not every living creature is worthy of the heart. To be alive through the heart is a matter of intimacy, This art is the exclusive quality of human beings. Without a living heart, what difference between a corpse and you? Deprived of this honor, what difference between a wall and you? The heart cannot be found through the schemes of intellect, Pass beyond yourself, for it cannot be found by oneself. This which you see on your left side, It is better if you turn away from it. Seek a righteous one, so that by their side, Your heart and soul may become alive from their fragrance. For years, one must drink the blood of the liver, And make the dust of the road the kohl for one's eyes, In the hope that you may catch the scent of a living heart, And turn your face toward the path of the living of heart. The heart becomes alive through selflessness, Not from great learning and many skills. It is better if you burn your own harvest, Than to light a lamp for acquisition. Finding the way to selflessness, Is better than consuming the smoke of your lamp. If you do not sit in leisure from yourself, The smoke of the lamp will give no light. Why do you set out on the path with a lamp, Whose smoke will only blacken your house? Seek a lamp that has no smoke, Make it your guide toward the goal. That is the reflection of the light of the Master's heart, Which is world-conquering like the sun. Do not avert your eyes from that exalted light, Lose your own existence in that light. Like the sun, if you do not set fire to yourself, Even if you become the dawn, you will not breathe pleasantly.

Updated 2026-07-19

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