1Cademy - بخش ۶۴ - به هم رسیدن شیخ سری قدس سره و تاجر و خریداری کردن شیخ سری تحفه را از وی / Section 64 - The Meeting of Sheikh Sari, May His Secret Be Sanctified, and the Merchant, and Sheikh Sari Buying Tohfeh from Him

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بخش ۶۴ - به هم رسیدن شیخ سری قدس سره و تاجر و خریداری کردن شیخ سری تحفه را از وی / Section 64 - The Meeting of Sheikh Sari, May His Secret Be Sanctified, and the Merchant, and Sheikh Sari Buying Tohfeh from Him

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تحفه و شیخ در سخن بودند
رازگوی نو و کهن بودند

تاجر دین و دل ز دست شده
در لگدکوب غصه پست شده

ناگهانی ز در درون آمد
سوی آن بندی زبون آمدی

شیخ را چون بدید خرم شد
دلش از کار تحفه بی غم شد

گفت شاید به یمن همت او
سهل گردد بلا و محنت او

بعد تسلیم چهره نمناک
بهر تعظیم شیخ سود به خاک

شیخ گفت که این حد من نیست
کین کنیزک ز من به این اولیست

پس ازان شیخ رو به تاجر کرد
رغبت بیع تحفه ظاهر کرد

کرد تاجر فغان که واویلاه
که شد احوال من ز فقر تباه

نیست در دستت آن گشاد ای شیخ
که توانی بهاش داد ای شیخ

از درم شد بهاش بیست هزار
کی برآید ز دستت این مقدار

همه مالم ز دست شد بیرون
در بهای کنیزک و اکنون

نه کنیزک به دست نی مالم
محرمی کو که پیش او نالم

شیخ رفت و به خانه دانگی نه
جز دعا را غریو و بانگی نه

دست برداشت کای اله کریم
ایزد فرد و پادشاه قدیم

آبرو بخش اشک ریختگان
خاک ذلت به چهره بیختگان

کارساز فتادگان از کار
بار بردار ماندگان در بار

مانده در بار تحفه است دلم
سخنی گفته ام وز آن خجلم

کار من تنگ شد ز تنگدلی
سرخروییم ده درین خجلی

در گنجینه کرم بگشای
قیمت تحفه ام کرم فرمای

شیخ را بود رو به خاک نیاز
که برآمد ز سوی در آواز

در چو بگشاد دید کرده مقام
بر درش خواجه ای و چار غلام

همه بر آستان او زده صف
هر یکی شمع و بدره ای در کف

اذن خواهان درآمدند از در
بر زمین نیازمندی سر

پنج بدره ز سیم پاک عیار
هر یکی در شمار پنج هزار

پیش شیخ زمانه بنهادند
بر سر پای خدمت استادند

شیخ پرسیدشان ز صورت حال
خواجه فرمود در جواب سؤال

که مرا شب به خواب بنمودند
صورت فقر شیخ و فرمودند

که دلش بهر تحفه دربار است
قیمت تحفه را طلبگار است

قیمت تحفه بر به خدمت شیخ
تا شوی بهره ور ز همت شیخ

شیخ با خواجه بامداد پگاه
رو نهادند سوی تحفه به راه

چون رسیدند از قضا تاجر
نیز شد بی توقفی حاضر

عرضه کردند بدره ها بر وی
گفت من کی فروشم او را کی

قیمت تحفه هست ازان افزون
کش بدینها کنم ز دل بیرون

می فزودند در بها ز کرم
تا رسید آن به چل هزار درم

گفت تاجر ز دیده ریزان آب
که شبم گفت کردگار به خواب

که بود تحفه برگزیده ما
او خود و غیر خود رمیده ما

خط آزادیش بلا اکراه
می دهم خالصا لوجه الله

غیر او هر چه دارم از زر و سیم
به فقیران همی کنم تسلیم

همه را می دهم برای خدای
بو که حاصل کنم رضای خدای

خواجه چون گوش کرد آن سخنان
دست بر رو نهاد گریه کنان

گفت گویا که خالق معبود
نیست از کار و بار من خشنود

که مرا ساخت زین شرف نومید
سوخت جانم به حسرت جاوید

به کف من ز ملک و مال اکنون
هر چه هست آمدم ازان بیرون

همه کردم سبیل راه خدای
که خدایم بس است در دو سرای

تحفه از بند بندگی چو رهید
از سر و بر هر آنچه بود کشید

جای اطلس پلاس ساخت لباس
موی مشکین نهفت در کرباس

پا نهاد از حریم بقعه بیرون
چون پری شد به ستر غیب درون

شیخ با آن دو تن ز دنبالش
متحیر ز صورت حالش

پرس پرسان چو آمدند پدر
نه خبر یافتند ازو نه اثر

هر سه کردند متفق با هم
روی در بادیه به عزم حرم

خواجه در ره به درد و داغ بمرد
تن به بوم استخوان به زاغ سپرد

مغز سر طعمه کلاغان ساخت
دیده منقارگاه زاغان ساخت

تاجر و شیخ پا بیفشردند
ریگ کوبان به کعبه پی بردند

با دل بی غش و درونه صاف
شیخ می کرد گرد خانه طواف

آمد آواز ناله ایش به گوش
کش برآمد ز جان خسته خروش

وز پی ناله نکته ایش نهفت
شد شنیده که بیدلی می گفت

کای چراغ شب سیه روزان
مایه شادی غم اندوزان

آگهی بخش جهان آگاهان
رهنمای فتاده از راهان

درد عشقت شفای بیماری
زخم تو مرهم دل افگاری

هر که از شوق توست در تب و تاب
نشود جز به وصل تو سیراب

هر که زد در محبت تو نفس
مونس جان او تو باشی و بس

از غمت هر که بی قرار آمد
تا نبیند تو را نیارامد

چون مناجات او سری بشنید
سوی آن چون سرشک خویش دوید

سر برآورد کای سری چونی
کاندرین درد بادت افزونی

شیخ گفتا کیی تو باز نمای
که فتادم ز ناله تو ز پای

گفت تن زن که هست رسوایی
ناشناسی پس از شناسایی

تحفه ام من خلاص کرده تو
صد نوا یافته ز پرده تو

شیخ دیدش به خاک افتاده
چشم ها در مغاک افتاده

سر و سیمین او خلال شده
ماه رخسار او هلال شده

الف قامتش چو نون گشته
طره سرکشش نگون گشته

چشمی و صد هزار قطره خون
لبی و صد هزار ناله فزون

شیخ گفتا که تحفه حال بگوی
وصف احسان ذوالجلال بگوی

چون ز یار و دیار ببریدی
از کرم های او چها دیدی

تحفه گفت از هزار تاریکی
داد بارم به قرب و نزدیکی

بر سریر محبتم بنشاند
وزدو صد رنج و محنتم برهاند

شیخ گفتا که آن ستوده شیم
کت خریدی به چل هزار درم

بود همراه ما به راه حجاز
در غمت مرد رو به خاک نیاز

تحفه گفتا که آن گرانمایه
در جنان با من است همسایه

دادش آنها خدا که کم دیده
دیده و گوش نیز نشنیده

شیخ گفتا که آن کریم نهاد
که تو را کرد از کرم آزاد

بر امیدت درین طوافگه است
چشم بنهاده هر طرف به ره است

تحفه پنهان ره دعاش سپرد
بر در کعبه اوفتاد و بمرد

ناگهان تاجر از عقب برسید
تحفه را اوفتاده مرده بدید

او هم از بیدلی به خاک افتاد
پیش آن پاک جان پاک بداد

هر دو را شیخ گور کرد و کفن
بعد حج رو نهاد سوی وطن

رحمت حق نثار ایشان باد
جای ما در جوار ایشان باد

English translation

Tohfeh and the Sheikh were in conversation, speaking of secrets, new and old. The merchant, who had lost his faith and heart, and had been brought low, trampled by grief, Suddenly entered through the door, coming toward that wretched captive. When he saw the Sheikh, he became joyful, and his heart became free of sorrow regarding Tohfeh's affair. He said: 'Perhaps by the blessing of his spiritual resolve, her affliction and suffering will be made easy.' After greeting with a tearful face, he rubbed his face on the dust in reverence of the Sheikh. The Sheikh said: 'This is not my station, for this handmaid is more worthy of this than I am.' Then the Sheikh turned to the merchant, showing a desire to purchase Tohfeh. The merchant wailed, 'Alas! My state has been ruined by poverty. You do not possess the means, O Sheikh, to pay her price, O Sheikh. Her price in dirhams is twenty thousand; how could such an amount come from your hand? All my wealth has gone out of my hands in payment for this handmaid, and now, I have neither the handmaid in hand nor my wealth; where is a confidant before whom I may lament?' The Sheikh went home, and there was not a single coin in his house, nothing but the roar and cry of prayer. He raised his hands, crying: 'O Generous God, unique Lord, and ancient King, Giver of honor to those who shed tears, who sprinkle the dust of humility on their faces, Healer of those who are helpless, lifter of the burdens of those left under heavy loads, My heart is burdened under Tohfeh's load; I have spoken a word and am ashamed of it. My situation has become tight due to lightheadedness; grant me a bright face in this embarrassment. Open the door of the treasury of generosity, and out of your bounty, provide the price of Tohfeh.' The Sheikh's face was still on the dust of supplication when a sound arose from the door. When he opened the door, he saw standing there a master and four slaves, All lined up on his threshold, each holding a candle and a purse of money in his hand. Asking for permission, they entered through the door, placing their heads on the ground in humility. Five purses of pure silver, each containing five thousand coins, They placed before the Sheikh of the age, and stood on their feet ready to serve. The Sheikh asked them about the state of affairs, and the master said in response to his question: 'Last night in a dream, they showed me the state of the Sheikh's poverty and said: "His heart is burdened for Tohfeh, and he seeks the price of Tohfeh. Take the price of Tohfeh to the service of the Sheikh, so that you may benefit from his spiritual resolve."' At early dawn, the Sheikh and the master set out on the way to Tohfeh. When they arrived, by chance the merchant also became present without delay. They presented the purses to him, but he said: 'When would I sell her? Never! Tohfeh's value is greater than that, for me to let her go from my heart for these.' Out of generosity, they kept increasing the price until it reached forty thousand dirhams. The merchant, shedding tears from his eyes, said: 'Last night the Creator spoke to me in a dream, saying: "Tohfeh is Our chosen one; she belongs to Us, and all besides Us are shunned by Us. Without any compulsion, I grant her a deed of freedom, purely for the sake of God. Except for her, whatever gold and silver I possess, I surrender to the poor. I give it all for the sake of God, hoping to obtain the pleasure of God."' When the master heard those words, he placed his hands on his face, weeping, And said: 'It seems the worshipped Creator is not pleased with my deeds, Since He has deprived me of this honor; my soul has burned in eternal regret. From whatever property and wealth I possess in my hand now, I completely renounce it. I have dedicated it all to the path of God, for God is sufficient for me in both worlds.' When Tohfeh was freed from the bonds of servitude, she stripped off whatever finery she wore. In place of satin, she made coarse wool her garment, and hid her musk-scented hair under canvas. She stepped out of the sanctuary, and like a fairy, vanished into the veil of the unseen. The Sheikh and those two men followed her, astonished by her state of affairs. Asking around as they went, they found neither news of her nor any trace. All three agreed together to set their faces toward the desert with the intention of reaching the Sanctuary. On the way, the master died of pain and branding; he surrendered his body to the earth and his bones to the crows. He made his brain food for ravens, and his eyes the pecking place of crows. The merchant and the Sheikh pressed on, treading the sand until they reached the Kaaba. With a pure heart and a sincere inner self, the Sheikh was circumambulating the House. The sound of a lament reached his ear, from which a cry arose from a weary soul, And following the lament, a subtle point was hidden, and a lover was heard saying: 'O Lamp of the night of the dark-dayed, Source of joy for the sorrowful, Giver of awareness to the aware of the world, Guide of those who have fallen from the path, The pain of Your love is the cure for illness, Your wound is the balm for a broken heart. Whoever is in fever and agitation from longing for You, is never quenched except by union with You. Whoever drew breath in Your love, You alone are the companion of his soul. Whoever became restless from grief for You, will find no rest until he beholds You.' When Sari heard her intimate prayer, he ran toward it like his own tears. She raised her head and said: 'O Sari, how are you? May you increase in this pain!' The Sheikh said: 'Reveal who you are, for I have been brought to my knees by your lament.' She said: 'Keep silent, for it is a disgrace to not recognize me after having recognized me. I am Tohfeh, whom you freed, who found a hundred melodies from your veil.' The Sheikh saw her fallen on the dust, her eyes sunken into their sockets, Her silver-cypress body turned into a splinter, and her moon-like face turned into a crescent moon, Her straight stature like an Alif bent like the letter Nun, and her rebellious tresses hanging down, An eye and a hundred thousand drops of blood, a lip and more than a hundred thousand laments. The Sheikh said: 'O Tohfeh, tell me of your state, describe the benevolence of the Lord of Majesty. Since you severed yourself from friend and homeland, what have you seen of His favors?' Tohfeh said: 'Out of a thousand darknesses, He granted me admittance to closeness and proximity. He seated me on the throne of love, and delivered me from two hundred sufferings and trials.' The Sheikh said: 'What of that praised companion of character who bought you for forty thousand dirhams? He was our companion on the road to Hijaz, and died in grief for you, his face on the dust of supplication.' Tohfeh said: 'That precious soul is my neighbor in Paradise; God has given him what few eyes have seen and no ear has ever heard.' The Sheikh said: 'What of that generous-natured man who set you free out of grace? He is at this place of circumambulation hoping for you, keeping his eyes on every path.' Tohfeh secretly offered a prayer for him, then fell at the gate of the Kaaba and died. Suddenly, the merchant arrived from behind and saw Tohfeh fallen dead. He too fell to the ground out of love, and surrendered his pure soul before that pure soul. The Sheikh shrouded and buried both of them, and after the Hajj, set out toward his homeland. May the mercy of God be showered upon them, and may our place be in their vicinity.

Updated 2026-07-07

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