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بخش ۶۳ - رسیدن شیخ بزرگوار سری سقطی قدس الله تعالی سره به سر وقت تحفه و آگاهی یافتن از حالی وی / Section 63 - The Great Sheikh Sari al-Saqati, May Allah Exalt His Secret, Arriving at Tohfeh's Side and Becoming Aware of Her State

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هم در آن وقت ها سری سقطی
آن سریع طریق حق نه بطی

یک شبی وقت خویش باز نیافت
لذت سجده نیاز نیافت

قبضی آمد پدیدش اندر دل
بر وی ادراک سر آن مشکل

بامدادان قدم به سیر نهاد
روی در بقعه های خیر نهاد

به مزارات اهل دل بگذشت
عقده قبض او گشاده نگشت

گفت ازین درد دل چو بیمارم
سوی بیمارخانه رو آرم

محنت اهل ابتلا بینم
بو که این درد را دوا بینم

چو به بیمارخانه پای نهاد
گره از کار بسته اش بگشاد

نظری هر طرف همی افکند
دید زیبا کنیزکی در بند

که سرشکی چو ژاله می بارد
بر گل زرد لاله می کارد

دست بر دل ترانه می گوید
غزل عاشقانه می گوید

شیخ پاکیزه سر چو دید آن حال
از مقیمان بقعه کرد سؤال

کین پریرو چراست در زنجیر
برگرفته چنان فغان و نفیر

جمله گفتند کز فلان خانه
تحفه است این که گشت دیوانه

بند کردندش از پی اصلاح
باشد آید مزاج او به صلاح

تحفه آن گفت و گوی را چو شنید
از جگر آه دردناک کشید

اشک خونین ز دیده افشانان
بانگ برداشت کای مسلمانان

من نه مجنون که نیک هشیارم
آید از طعنه جنون عارم

مست آنم که باده مست ازوست
نعره رند می پرست ازوست

شور عشقش زده ست بر من راه
از همه غافلم وز او آگاه

عاقلم پیش یار و فرزانه
پیش ارباب جهل دیوانه

عقل و فهم شما زبون من است
کمترین بنده جنون من است

مانده در قید این جنون باشم
به که دانا و ذوفنون باشم

شیخ چون گفت و گوی تحفه شنید
خاطرش رخت سوی تحفه کشید

سوخت از گفته دلاویزش
کرد از اشک خود گهر ریزش

تحفه چون ز آتش نهانی او
دید از دیده اشک رانی او

گفت این گریه ایست بر صفتش
وای تو چون رسی به معرفتش

بشناسی چنانکه هست او را
جلوه گر از بلند و پست او را

بعد ازان ساعتی ز خویش برفت
پرده هستیش ز پیش برفت

چون ازان بیهشی به هوش آمد
باز در نعره و خروش آمد

شیخ گفت ای کنیز پاک سیر
چیست گفت ای سری بگوی خبر

شیخ گفت ای به دولت ارزانی
لقب و نام من چه می دانی

گفت تا دوست را شناخته ام
با غمش نرد عشق باخته ام

بر دل من ز رازهای جهان
هیچ رازی نمانده است نهان

شیخ گفت ای ز عشق در تب و تاب
کیست معشوق تو بگوی جواب

گفت معشوقم آن که جانم داد
در ستایشگری زبانم داد

به شناسایی خودم بنواخت
ساخت روشن دلم به نور شاخت

از رگ جان بود به من اقرب
نیست دور از برم نه روز و نه شب

بعد ازان شهقه ای بزد که مگر
مرغ جانش به لامکان زد پر

بار دیگر به خویش باز آمد
در سخن های دلنواز آمد

شیخ فرمود کش رها کردند
بندش از دست و پا جدا کردند

گفت ازین پس نیی به بند گرو
هر کجا خاطر تو خواهد رو

تحفه گفت ای به علم و دانش بیش
از همه چون روم به خاطر خویش

کان که از عشق سینه ریشم کرد
بنده بندگان خویشم کرد

تا نه راضی شود خداوندم
رفتن از جای خویش نپسندم

شیخ خندید کای گرامی یار
تو ز من نکته دانتری بسیار

روشنم گشت ازین سخن اکنون
که تویی هوشیار و من مجنون

English translation

At those very times, Sari al-Saqati, That swift traveler on the path of Truth, not slow, One night did not find his usual state of presence, Did not find the pleasure of the prostration of supplication. A spiritual constriction (qabz) appeared in his heart, And understanding the secret of that difficulty became hard for him. In the morning, he stepped out to wander, Setting his face toward the places of goodness. He passed by the shrines of the people of heart, Yet the knot of his constriction did not open. He said, 'Since I am like a sick person from this heartache, I will turn my face toward the hospital (bimar-khaneh). I will behold the affliction of the people of tribulation, Perhaps I will find a cure for this pain.' When he stepped into the hospital, The knot of his closed affair opened. He cast his gaze in every direction, And saw a beautiful young maiden in chains, Who was shedding tears like dew, Sowing tulips upon the yellow rose [of her pale face]. With her hand on her heart, she was singing a melody, Singing a love-song (ghazal). When the pure-natured Sheikh saw that state, He asked the residents of the place: 'Why is this fairy-faced one in chains, Raising such wailing and clamor?' They all said, 'From such-and-such household, This is Tohfeh, who has gone mad. They bound her for her reformation, So that perhaps her temperament might return to health.' When Tohfeh heard that conversation, She drew a painful sigh from her liver. Shedding bloody tears from her eyes, She cried out, 'O Muslims! I am not mad, rather I am fully sober; I am ashamed of the taunt of madness. I am drunk with Him from whom wine itself is drunk, From whom the cry of the wine-worshipping libertine arises. The passion of His love has intercepted my path; I am heedless of all else, and aware only of Him. I am wise and sagacious before the Beloved, But mad before the lords of ignorance. Your intellect and understanding are subservient to me; It is the lowest servant of my madness. To remain in the bonds of this madness is better Than to be wise and skilled in many sciences.' When the Sheikh heard Tohfeh's words, His mind was drawn toward Tohfeh. He burned with her heart-ravishing speech, And shed pearls from his own tears. When Tohfeh, because of his hidden fire, Saw the flowing of tears from his eyes, She said, 'This is a weeping for His attribute, Woe to you when you reach His gnosis (ma'rifat)! To know Him as He is, Manifesting Himself in the high and the low.' After that, she went out of herself for an hour, And the veil of her existence vanished from before her. When she recovered from that unconsciousness, She again fell to crying out and clamoring. The Sheikh said, 'O pure-natured maiden, What is it?' She said, 'O Sari, speak your tidings.' The Sheikh said, 'O you who are worthy of spiritual fortune, How do you know my title and name?' She said, 'Since I have known the Friend, And played the game of love with His grief, Upon my heart, of the secrets of the world, No secret has remained hidden.' The Sheikh said, 'O you who are in fever and agitation from love, Who is your Beloved? Give me an answer.' She said, 'My Beloved is He who gave me soul, And gave me a tongue for His praise; He favored me with the knowledge of Himself, And made my heart radiant with the light of His branch. He is closer to me than my life-vein (jugular vein), He is not far from my side, neither by day nor by night.' After that, she uttered a sigh such that perhaps The bird of her soul took flight to the Placeless. Once again, she returned to herself, And began to speak heart-pleasing words. The Sheikh ordered them to release her, To separate the chains from her hands and feet. He said, 'From now on, you are not pledged to bonds; Go wherever your heart desires.' Tohfeh said, 'O you who are superior in knowledge and wisdom To all, how can I go according to my own desire? For He who wounded my breast with love, Has made me a servant to His servants. As long as my Master is not pleased, I do not approve of departing from my place.' The Sheikh laughed and said, 'O precious friend, You are far more subtle-minded and discerning than I. It has become clear to me from these words now That you are the sober one, and I am the madman!'

Updated 2026-07-07

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