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بخش ۱ - المقالة السادسة عشره / Section 1 - The Sixteenth Discourse

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سالک سلطان دل درویش زاد
با سری پر خاک آمد پیش باد

گفت ای جان پرور خلق آمده
همدم و پیوستهٔ حلق آمده

هرکه عمری کامران دارد زتست
زندگی هرکه جان دارد ز تست

ره بسوی جان بحرمت میبری
نور میآری و ظلمت میبری

رفت و روب صحن جانها هم ز تست
گفت و گوی در زبانها هم ز تست

آتش افروز جوانی هم توئی
مایه بخش زندگانی هم توئی

تو سلیمان را ببالا بردهٔ
تخت او شرقا و غربا بردهٔ

عادیان را تو ز بن برکندهٔ
سرنگون کرده بخاک افکندهٔ

هم ترا لطفست و هم قوت بسی
قوتم ده پس بلطفم کن کسی

تو بسی گردیدهٔ گرد جهان
بوی جانانم بجان من رسان

چون ز سالک باد این پاسخ شنید
زین دریغش باد سرد آمد پدید

گفت من خود بر سر پایم مدام
زین مصیبت باد پیمایم مدام

خاک بر سر دارم و بادی بدست
از غم این نیست یک جایم نشست

در بدر میگردم و میجویمش
روز تا شب این سخن میگویمش

من درین ره سخت حیران آمدم
همچو بادی سست پیمان آمدم

این زمان بر باد دادم خوب و زشت
من نه دوزخ خواهم اکنون نه بهشت

گر ازین مقصود یابم بوی من
از دو عالم در ربایم گوی من

ور نخواهم یافت بوئی یک نفس
باد سردم کار خواهد بود و بس

آتشم در دل فتاده زین غمست
خرمنم بر باد داده زین غمست

گر جهان صد باره پیمایم بسر
هم نخواهد بود ازین سرم خبر

تو بیفشان باری از من دامنت
زآنکه کاری راست ناید از منت

سالک آمد پیش پیر مقتدا
کرد حال خویش پیش او ادا

پیر گفتش باد خدمتگار جانست
ریح از روحست روح او از آنست

راحت او انس و جان را شاملست
در دوعالم انس و جان زو کاملست

طیب افتادست و طیبی دارد او
وز دم رحمن نصیبی دارد او

هرکه اورا یوسفی گم کرده نیست
گرچه ایمان آورد آورده نیست

یوسفی در مصر جان داری مقیم
هر زمانت میرسد از وی نسیم

گر نسیم او نیابی یک نفس
آن نفس دانی که باشی هیچکس

گر دو عالم خصم تو افتد مقیم
بس بود از یوسف خویشت نسیم

گر همه عالم شود زیر و زبر
تو مکن از سایهٔ یوسف گذر

English translation

The seeker, sultan of the heart, born a dervish, Came before the wind with a head full of dust. He said, 'O you who nourish the soul of creation, Who are the companion and connected to the breath. Whoever has a prosperous life, it is from you, The life of anyone who has a soul is from you. You respectfully pave the way to the soul, You bring light and take away darkness. Sweeping the courtyard of souls is from you, The conversation on tongues is also from you. You are the kindler of the fire of youth, You are the provider of the capital of life. You carried Solomon up high, You carried his throne east and west. You uprooted the people of 'Ad from their foundation, Turned them upside down and cast them to the dust. You have both grace and power in abundance, Give me power, then by your grace make me someone. You have wandered much around the world, Bring the scent of my Beloved to my soul.' When the wind heard this address from the seeker, Out of sorrow, a cold sigh emerged from it. It said, 'I myself am constantly standing on my feet, From this affliction, I am constantly pacing the wind. I have dust on my head and wind in my hand, From this sorrow, I haven't settled in one place. I wander from door to door and search for Him, From day to night, I speak these words to Him. I have become severely bewildered on this path, Like the wind, I have come with a weak covenant. Now I have given good and bad to the wind, I want neither hell nor heaven now. If I catch a scent of this purpose, I will snatch my ball from both worlds. And if I do not catch a scent for a single moment, My only action will be to sigh a cold wind. Fire has fallen into my heart from this sorrow, My harvest is given to the wind from this sorrow. If I traverse the world a hundred times completely, Still there will be no news for me of this secret. At least shake off your skirt from me, Because no proper work will come from me.' The seeker came before the guiding elder, And explained his state to him. The elder said to him, 'The wind is the servant of the soul, The breeze (rih) is from the spirit (ruh), its spirit is from that. Its comfort includes humans and jinn, In both worlds, humans and jinn are perfected by it. It is pure and possesses a purity, And it has a share from the breath of the Compassionate. Whoever has not lost a Joseph, Even if he brings faith, he has not truly brought it. You have a Joseph residing in the Egypt of the soul, Every moment his breeze reaches you. If you do not find his breeze for a single moment, In that moment, know that you are nobody. If both worlds become your constant adversary, The breeze of your own Joseph is enough for you. If the entire world turns upside down, Do not pass beyond the shadow of Joseph.'

Updated 2026-07-03

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