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Mosibat Nameh

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بخش ۱ - المقالة التاسعة عشره / Section 1 - The Nineteenth Discourse

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سالک آمد پیش کوه گوهری
گفت ای مشغول گوهر پروری

ای مرصع کره از گوهر کمر
تیغ داری هم ز آهن هم ز زر

پای بر جائی نهٔ جائی بدست
زانکه داری بر سر گوهر نشست

نی بگنجی در زمین ودر زمان
بردهٔ از کبر سر در آسمان

از تو میبینم زمین را استوار
زانکه تو میخ زمینی از وقار

لیک از عشق آن وقار تو برفت
صبر جان بی قرار تو برفت

لاجرم ساکن نهٔ در هیچ باب
در مروری روز و شب مرالسحاب

چون توداری در همه عالم صفا
ملک گوهر میشود صافی ترا

کوه رحمت در همه دنیا تراست
قاف و القرآن پرمعنی تراست

گر لبی نان نیست در انبان ترا
قطب عالم بس بود مهمان تو را

گر کنم یک ذره وصف طور تو
همچو خورشیدی شوم ازنور تو

چون تو چندینی گهرداری بدست
دست قوت و قوت جودیت هست

روی عالم سر بسر طوفان گرفت
کلبهٔ بی جودئی نتوان گرفت

جودئی داری بیک جودم رسان
جان ترا بخشم بمقصودم رسان

کوه کاین بشنود گفت ای بی وفا
نالهٔ من مینبینی در صدا

زلزله زین درد در دیوان کیست
یا جبال اوبی در شان کیست

پای بسته آمدم تا رستخیز
مبتلای سنگسار و سنگ ریز

صد هزاران عقبه دارم سرفراز
پای بسته چون روم راهی دراز

هم فسرده هم خجل افتاده ام
زانکه دایم سنگدل افتاده ام

هر زمان چون نیستم دلریش او
تیغ بنهم با کمردر پیش او

نی که دل گر سنگ وآهن داشتم
خون شد ولعل و عقیق انگاشتم

گه کشم سختی ز پای ناکسان
گه خورم میتین من از دست خسان

میزنم چون پیر زن سنگی بدست
فال میگیرم ز مقصودی که هست

پس ز لاله سنگ می آرم بخون
لیک باز از سنگ می آرم برون

چون دلم از ناله خون می آورد
سنگ را از لاله چون می آورد

از طلب هرگه که دل تنگ آیدم
از صدا بانگ سر و سنگ آیدم

از چو من سنگی چه میباید ترا
زانکه هیچ از سنگ نگشاید ترا

سالک آمد پیش پیر دلپسند
داد شرح حالش از جان نژند

پیر گفتش هست کوه وکوهسار
از قدم تا فرق آرام و وقار

گرچه در صورت ثباتی دارد او
در صفت جنبنده ذاتی دارد او

گرچه بر فرقش نهادستند تیغ
میرود بسته کمر دایم چو میغ

در طلب از بس که ره پیموده کرد
لاجرم نعلین آهن سوده کرد

English translation

The seeker came before the jeweled mountain, And said, 'O you who are busy nurturing gems, O you whose waist is encircled by a jeweled belt, You hold a sword of both iron and gold. You do not move your foot, yet you hold a place, Because you sit upon a seat of gems. You fit neither in the earth nor in time, Out of pride, you have raised your head to the sky. I see the earth as stable because of you, For you are the peg of the earth through your dignity. But because of love, that dignity of yours has vanished, The patience of your restless soul is gone. Therefore you are not still in any respect, You pass by day and night like the clouds. Since you have purity in the whole world, The kingdom of gems becomes pure for you. The mountain of mercy in the whole world is yours, 'Qaf, and the glorious Quran' is full of meaning for you. If there is not a morsel of bread in your bag, The pole of the universe is enough as your guest. If I describe even a particle of your Sinai, I will become like a sun from your light. Since you hold so many gems in your hand, You have the hand of strength and the power of generosity. The face of the world, from end to end, is caught in a storm, One cannot take a hut without generosity. You have generosity, bring me to one act of generosity, I will give you my life, bring me to my goal.' When the mountain heard this, it said, 'O unfaithful one, Do you not see my lament in the echo? In whose court is the earthquake born of this pain? 'O mountains, echo His praises' is in whose honor? I have come with bound feet until the Resurrection, Afflicted by stoning and pebbles. I have a hundred thousand towering obstacles, With bound feet, how can I travel a long road? I have fallen both frozen and ashamed, Because I have always been stone-hearted. Every moment, since my heart is not wounded by Him, I lay down my sword and belt before Him. No, if I had a heart of stone and iron, It turned to blood, and I considered it ruby and agate. Sometimes I endure hardship from the feet of the unworthy, Sometimes I suffer the pickaxe from the hands of the vile. Like an old woman, I strike a stone with my hand, I take an omen from the goal that exists. Then from the tulip I bring a stone in blood, But again I bring it out of the stone. Since my heart brings blood from lamentation, How does it bring the stone from the tulip? Whenever my heart becomes heavy from seeking, From the echo comes the sound of head and stone. What do you need from a stone like me? Because nothing will open for you from a stone.' The seeker came before the pleasing elder, And explained his state from a sorrowful soul. The elder told him, 'The mountain and the mountain range are, From foot to crown, peace and dignity. Although in outward form it has stability, In attribute, it has a moving essence. Though they have placed a sword upon its head, It always moves with a bound waist like a cloud. In its seeking, it has traveled the path so much, That inevitably it has worn out its iron shoes.'

Updated 2026-07-03

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