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بخش ۱ - المقالة الثانیه / Section 1 - The Second Discourse

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سالک اسراف کرده در طلب
پیش اسرافیل آمد جان به لب

گفت ای در پرده همدم آمده
هم مکرم هم معظم آمده

ای به سر استاده قایم عرش را
عرش کرده خاک پایت فرش را

گه بمیرانی و گه زنده کنی
گاه برداری گه افکنده کنی

پرتو هفت آسمان از نور تست
زندگی جسم و جان از صور تست

صور اینست ازتو تنها نفخ نور
کز نفخت فیه من روحیست صور

چون دم رحمانست با صورت به هم
میتوانی زد خوشی را صور دم

چون در اول صبح صوری دردمی
دیگر از عالم نیاید عالمی

صعقه ای در جان عالم افکنی
کل موجودات را بر هم زنی

کوه برگیری به دریا درکشی
گاو و ماهی را به بالا برکشی

مهر و مه را روی گردانی سیاه
اختران را افکنی در خاک راه

هر دو عالم را به دامن درنهی
در عدم افشانی و سر برنهی

باز از صور دوم در هر دو کون
جامه پوشی یک به یک را لون لون

آنچه ازین صورت رود در کار و بار
میکند شرحش قیامت آشکار

ای به یک دم زنده کرده عالمی
پس مرا هم زنده گردان از دمی

یا مرا از یک دم خود زنده کن
یا بمیران و به خاک افکنده کن

زین سخن تفتی بر اسرافیل زد
گفتی آن دم کرگدن بر پیل زد

گفت ای از خویشتن سیر آمده
همچو گربه در صف شیر آمده

این طلب کز پرده جان تو خاست
ای مخالف کی شود بر پرده راست

من که عالم خردلیم آید مقیم
هر نفس را خردلی آیم ز بیم

تو که از عالم نباشی خردلی
چون رسی آخر تو در بی اولی

من که در پای دو کون افتاده ام
صور بر لب منتظر استاده ام

تا جهانی خلق را بی جان کنم
بیت معمور از نفس ویران کنم

این جهان و آن جهان با دم زنم
چون دو شیشه هر دو را بر هم زنم

چون شوم فارغ ز چندان رستخیز
لرزه بر من افتد و من در گریز

تا چو چندین کار بر عالم گذشت
بر من عاجز چه خواهد هم گذشت

تو برو تا نوحه ای فردا کنم
بهر جانها ماتم تنها کنم

سالک آمد پیش پیر پیشوا
باز گفتش آنچه بودش ماجرا

پیر گفتش هست اسرافیل پاک
پرتو ایجاد و اعلام هلاک

در عظیمی یک ملک همتاش نیست
از شگرفی پا و سر پیداش نیست

وی عجب هر روز از خوف اله
کمتر از مرغی شود در پیشگاه

ذره ای گر بیم او میبایدت
تا ابد تسلیم او میبایدت

English translation

The seeker, having gone to extremes in the quest, Came before Israfil, his soul at his lips. He said, 'O you who have become an intimate behind the veil, You have become both honored and exalted. O you who stand upright at the head of the Throne, The Throne has made the dust of your feet its carpet. Sometimes you cause to die and sometimes you bring to life, Sometimes you raise up and sometimes you cast down. The radiance of the seven heavens is from your light, The life of body and soul is from your Trumpet. The Trumpet is this: from you is only the blowing of light, For from "I breathed into him of My Spirit" is the Trumpet. Since the breath of the Merciful is combined with the Trumpet, You can happily blow the breath of the Trumpet. When at the beginning of the morning you blow a blast on the Trumpet, Another world will not arise from this world. You will cast a thunderbolt into the soul of the world, You will shatter all existing things. You will take up the mountain and drag it into the sea, You will pull up the Bull and the Fish to the heights. You will turn the faces of the sun and moon black, You will cast the stars into the dust of the road. You will place both worlds in your skirt, You will scatter them in non-existence and lay down your head. Again, with the second blast of the Trumpet, in both worlds, You will clothe them one by one in various colors. What transpires from this blowing in the affairs, Resurrection will make its explanation clear. O you who have brought a world to life with one breath, Then bring me to life also with a breath. Either bring me to life with a single breath of yours, Or cause me to die and cast me into the dust.' From these words, a heat struck Israfil, You would say at that moment a rhinoceros struck an elephant. He said, 'O you who have become tired of yourself, Having come like a cat into the rank of lions. This quest that arose from the veil of your soul, O discordant one, how can it be harmonious on the veil? I, to whom the world perpetually appears as a mustard seed, At every breath I become as small as a mustard seed out of fear. You, who are not even a mustard seed in the world, How will you finally reach the Beginningless? I, who have fallen at the foot of the two worlds, Stand waiting with the Trumpet at my lips. So that I may make a world of creatures lifeless, And destroy the Populous House with a breath. I will strike this world and that world with a breath, Like two glass bottles, I will shatter them against each other. When I am finished with such an upheaval, Trembling falls upon me and I flee. Thinking, since so many things have passed upon the world, What will also pass upon helpless me? You go, so that I may make a lamentation tomorrow, And mourn alone for the souls.' The seeker came before the leading Master, And recounted to him what his adventure was. The Master said to him, 'The pure Israfil is The radiance of creation and the herald of destruction. In greatness, not one angel is his equal, Out of wonder, his head and foot are not visible. And oh the wonder! Every day, out of fear of God, He becomes smaller than a bird in the Divine Presence. If you need an atom of his fear, You must be surrendered to Him for all eternity.'

Updated 2026-07-03

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