1Cademy - بخش ۴۶ - قصه مشاهده کردن شیخ علی رودباری قدس سره مردن آن مرقع پوش شوریده حال را در محبت آن جوان مغرور به حسن و جمال / Section 46 - The Story of Sheikh Ali Rudbari Observing the Death of That Distraught Patch-Wearing Dervish in Love with That Youth Proud of His Beauty and Elegance

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بخش ۴۶ - قصه مشاهده کردن شیخ علی رودباری قدس سره مردن آن مرقع پوش شوریده حال را در محبت آن جوان مغرور به حسن و جمال / Section 46 - The Story of Sheikh Ali Rudbari Observing the Death of That Distraught Patch-Wearing Dervish in Love with That Youth Proud of His Beauty and Elegance

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بوعلی رودباری آن شه دین
خسرو بارگاه صدق و یقین

رفت روزی به جانب حمام
تا سبک گردد از گرانی عام

دید از رقعه های گوناگون
ژنده صوفیانه بر بیرون

یا رب این ژنده گفت کسوت کیست
که درین راه جز به فاقه نزیست

چون درآمد چه دید درویشی
در ره عاشقی وفا کیشی

ایستاده به فرق خودکامی
که سرش می سترد حجامی

موی او چون شدی سترده به تیغ
داشتی بر زمین فتاده دریغ

دمبدم خم شدی به سوی زمین
بهر موی چیدنش ز روی زمین

صاف کرده درون ز حیله و زرق
ریختی آب صافیش بر فرق

عزم رفتن چو کرد تازه جوان
رفت درویش تا برون و روان

بهرش آورد یک دو فوطه خشک
بوی گل زان وزان و نفحه مشک

چون تنش خشک شد ز تری آب
سوی بیرون نهاد رو به شتاب

او خرامان چو سروی اندر پیش
در قفا همچو سایه آن درویش

بوعلی هم روانه در دنبال
تا شود واقف از حقیقت حال

جامه برداشت آن فقیر نژند
به سر آن جوان فرو افکند

رفت و لختی گلاب و عود اندوخت
ریخت بر وی گلاب و عود بسوخت

مروحه بر گرفت و کردش باد
آینه پیش روی وی بنهاد

این همه کرد لیکن آن دلخواه
هیچ گه سوی او نکرد نگاه

صبر درویش مبتلا برسید
ناله از جان دردناک کشید

کای مرا سوخته ز عشوه گری
چه کنم تا تو سوی من نگری

نیست گفتا به زندگان نظرم
پیش رویم بمیر تا نگرم

دید درویش سوی او و بمرد
وینچنین مرگ را حیات شمرد

رفت بیرون جوان و آه نکرد
وز رعونت بدو نگاه نکرد

بوعلی سوی خانقاهش برد
کفنش کرد پس به خاک سپرد

بعد یکچند شد به راه حجاز
آمدش آن پسر به راه افراز

خرقه بس خشن فکنده به بر
شیخ گفتش که ای ستوده پسر

تو نیی آن که سالها زین پیش
لب گشادی به مرگ آن درویش

گفت آری ولی چو آن گفتم
شب به خلوتسرای خود خفتم

آن فقیر ستم رسیده به خواب
دامن من گرفت و کرد عتاب

کای به تو بعد مرگ هم رویم
مردم و ننگریستی سویم

آن سخن کار کرد در دل من
داغ حسرت نهاد بر دل من

بر سر خاک او گذر کردم
جامه خواجگی بدر کردم

خرقه فقر و فاقه پوشیدم
در ره فقر و فاقه کوشیدم

بهر ترویح روح او هر سال
می گذارم حجی بدین منوال

به سر خاک او همی آیم
چهره بر خاک او همی سایم

می گشایم ز شرمساری خویش
لب به عذر گناهکاری خویش

English translation

Abu Ali Rudbari, that king of faith, The monarch of the court of sincerity and certainty, Went one day to the public bath To lighten himself from the heaviness of the common folk. He saw, made of various patches, A Sufi tattered robe on the outside. He said, 'O Lord, whose garment is this tattered robe, Who lived in this path in nothing but poverty?' When he entered, what did he see but a dervish, A faithful practitioner in the path of love, Standing at the head of self-will, Whose head a barber was shaving. When his hair was shaved by the razor, He felt regret to see it fall to the ground. Moment by moment, he would bend towards the ground To pick up his hair from the surface of the earth. Having cleansed his inner self of deceit and hypocrisy, He poured clear water upon his head. When the fresh youth resolved to depart, The dervish went outside, walking along. He brought him one or two dry towels, From which blew the scent of roses and the fragrance of musk. When his body became dry from the moisture of the water, He set off outside in haste. He went walking gracefully like a cypress in front, And behind him like a shadow was that dervish. Abu Ali too was walking behind them, So that he might become aware of the reality of the situation. That dejected poor man took up a garment And cast it over the head of that youth. He went and gathered a bit of rosewater and wild wood (aloeswood), Poured the rosewater upon him, and burnt the aloeswood. He took up a fan and fanned him, And placed a mirror before his face. He did all this, but that desired one Never once cast a glance towards him. The patience of the afflicted dervish came to an end, He drew a sigh from his painful soul, Saying, 'O you who have burnt me with coquetry, What must I do for you to look at me?' He said, 'I do not gaze upon the living; Die before me, so that I may look.' The dervish looked at him and died, And deemed such a death to be life itself. The youth went out and did not utter a sigh, And out of arrogance, did not even look at him. Abu Ali carried him to his Sufi lodge, Shrouded him, and then committed him to the dust. After some time, he took the path to the Hejaz (pilgrimage), And that boy met him on the way ahead, Wearing a very coarse dervish cloak; The Sheikh said to him, 'O praised youth, Are you not the one who, years ago, Opened your lips to cause the death of that dervish?' He said, 'Yes, but when I said that, That night I slept in my private chamber. In a dream, that oppressed poor man Took hold of my skirt and reproached me, Saying, 'O you to whom my face is turned even after death, I died, and yet you did not look towards me!' That speech worked its way into my heart, And placed the brand of regret upon my soul. I went to his grave, Cast off my garments of lordship, Clothed myself in the cloak of poverty and asceticism, And strove in the path of poverty and spiritual need. For the peace of his soul, each year I perform a pilgrimage in this manner, I come to his grave, And rub my face upon his dust, And out of my shame, I open my lips to apologize for my sinfulness.'

Updated 2026-07-07

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