1Cademy - بخش ۳۴ - مقاله هفتم در اشارت به زیارت بیت الله الحرام که به وادی تگ و پویش در پس هر سنگی سرهنگی سر نهاده و در بوادی جست و جویش در هر بن خاری گرفتاری از پای درافتاده / Section 34 - The Seventh Discourse on Allusion to Visiting the Sacred House of Allah, in Whose Valley of Running and Seeking, behind every stone a commander has laid down his head, and in the deserts of whose search, at the root of every thorn a captive has fallen.

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بخش ۳۴ - مقاله هفتم در اشارت به زیارت بیت الله الحرام که به وادی تگ و پویش در پس هر سنگی سرهنگی سر نهاده و در بوادی جست و جویش در هر بن خاری گرفتاری از پای درافتاده / Section 34 - The Seventh Discourse on Allusion to Visiting the Sacred House of Allah, in Whose Valley of Running and Seeking, behind every stone a commander has laid down his head, and in the deserts of whose search, at the root of every thorn a captive has fallen.

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ای ز گلت نا زده سر حب دل
مانده ز حب وطنت پا به گل

خیز که شد پرده کش و پرده ساز
مطرب عشاق ز راه حجاز

یکدم ازین پرده سماعی بکن
هر چه نه زین پرده وداعی بکن

دین تو را تا شود ارکان تمام
روی نه از خانه به رکن و مقام

ناقه اگر نیست تو را زیر ران
بر قدم فاقه روان شو روان

گر نبود راحله باد پای
راحله از پای کن و در ره آی

گر به ادیمت نبود دسترس
جلد قدم پای فزار تو بس

ته به تهش پشت ز گرد و غبار
کرده تهش خار به میخ استوار

پاشنه از خنده دهان کرده باز
ز آبله ها ریخته اشک نیاز

واله و حیرت زده و مستهام
خنده زنان گریه کنان می خرام

پشت امید تو به خورشید گرم
بستر آسایشت از ریگ نرم

سایه به فرقت که مغیلان کند
به که سراپرده سلطان کند

باد مخالف زده در دیده ریگ
پای فرو رفته به تفسیده ریگ

به که نشینی به مهب شمال
پای فرو کرده به آب زلال

بانگ حدی بشنو و صورت درای
شو چو شتر گرم رو و تیز پای

راه وفا می سپر و می گذر
بر خسک خشک چو ریحان تر

باد به میعاد تعبد رسان
رخت به میقات تجرد رسان

رشته تدبیر ز سوزن بکش
خلعت سوزن زده از تن بکش

هر چه بر آن بخیه زدی ماه و سال
آی برون از همه سوزن مثال

باز کن از بخیه زده جامه جوی
بو که تو را بخیه نیفتد به روی

گر نه ز مرگ است فراموشیت
به که بود کار کفن پوشیت

لب بگشا یافتن کام را
نعره لبیک زن احرام را

موی نشوییده و رخ گردناک
سینه خراشیده و دل دردناک

رو به حرم کن که در آن خوش حریم
هست سیه پوش نگاری مقیم

صحن حرم روضه خلد برین
او به چنان صحن مربع نشین

قبله خوبان عرب روی او
سجده شوخان عجم سوی او

باد چو در دامنش آویخته
غالیه در جیب جهان ریخته

تا شکنی شیشه ناموس و ننگ
کرده نهان در ته دامانت سنگ

باز شکن دامن شبرنگ او
دیده جان سرمه کش از سنگ او

سنگ سیاهش که ازان کوته است
دست تمنات یمین الله است

چون تو ازان سنگ شوی بوسه چین
بوسه زن دست که باشی ببین

بر سر گردون زنی از فخر کوس
گر رسدت دولت این دستبوس

از لب زمزم شنو این زمزمه
کز نم ما زنده دلند این همه

سوی قدمگاه خلیل الله آی
پا چو نیابی به پی اش دیده سای

پای مروت به سوی مروه نه
چهره صفوت به صفا جلوه ده

تا نشود در عرفاتت وقوف
کی شود از راه نجاتت وقوف

کبش منی را به منا ریز خون
نفس دنی را به فنا کن زبون

سنگ به دست آر ز رمی جمار
دیو هوا را کن ازان سنگسار

چون دل ازین شغل بپرداختی
کار حج و عمره به هم ساختی

شکر خدا گوی که توفیق داد
ره به سوی خانه خویشت گشاد

ور نه که یارد که به آن ره برد
ورچه شود مرغ به آن ره پرد

English translation

O you from whose clay the love of the heart has not sprouted, Remaining with your foot stuck in the mud due to the love of your homeland! Rise, for the musician of lovers from the path of Hejaz Has become the curtain-drawer and curtain-maker. For a moment, listen to the spiritual music of this veil, And bid farewell to whatever is not of this veil. So that the pillars of your religion may be complete, Turn your face from home toward the Pillar and the Station. If there is no she-camel under your thigh, Proceed, proceed on the foot of poverty. If there is no swift-footed mount, Make a mount of your feet and enter the path. If leather is not within your reach, The skin of your feet is footwear enough for you. Layer upon layer, its back covered in dust, And thorns beneath it have made it firm like nails. The heel has opened its mouth in laughter, Pouring tears of supplication from blisters. Enraptured, bewildered, and love-struck, Go forth strutting, laughing and weeping. May the back of your hope be warmed by the sun, Your bed of comfort made of soft sand. That the acacia tree casts a shadow on your head Is better than the pavilion of a sultan. The contrary wind blowing sand into your eyes, Your feet sinking into the burning sand, Is better than sitting in the path of the north wind With your feet dipped in clear water. Listen to the camel-driver's song and the sound of the bell, Become swift-moving and fast-footed like a camel. Traverse and cross the path of loyalty Upon dry thorns as if they were fresh basil. Bring yourself to the promised place of worship, Convey your belongings to the station of detachment. Pull the thread of planning out of the needle, Strip the stitched robe from your body. Whatever you stitched month and year, Emerge from it all, like a needle. Unstitch the sewn garment to seek, Lest a seam should fall across your face. If you have not forgotten death, It is better for you to be clad in a shroud. Open your lips to find fulfillment, Shout the Labbayk cry of the pilgrim's consecration. With unwashed hair and a dusty face, A torn chest and a painful heart, Turn toward the Sanctuary, for in that pleasant precinct Dwells a black-clad Beauty [the Kaaba]. The courtyard of the Sanctuary is the garden of the highest heaven, And She sits square-shaped in such a courtyard. Her face is the qiblah of the beautiful of Arabia, The prostration of the fair ones of Persia is toward Her. When the wind clings to Her skirt, It scatters musk into the collar of the world. So that you may break the glass of honor and shame, Having hidden a stone beneath your skirt. Break again Her night-colored skirt, Drawing kohl for the eye of the soul from Her stone. Her Black Stone, which is within reach of your hand of yearning, is the Right Hand of God. When you gather kisses from that stone, See whose hand you are kissing. You would beat the drum of pride upon the heavens, If the fortune of this hand-kissing reaches you. Hear from the lip of Zamzam this whisper: 'From our moisture, all of these are alive of heart.' Come toward the station of Abraham, If you cannot find a foot, rub your eyes upon his footprint. Set the foot of chivalry toward Marwah, Manifest the face of purity at Safa. As long as you do not stand at Arafat, How can you attain awareness of the path of salvation? Shed the blood of the ram of Mina at Mina, Subjugate the base ego to annihilation. Gather stones for the stoning of the pillars, And stone the demon of passion with those stones. When you have cleared your heart of this occupation, And completed the affairs of both Hajj and Umrah, Thank God who granted success, Opening the way toward His own House to you. Otherwise, who could find their way on that path, Even if one were a bird flying along that path?

Updated 2026-07-19

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