1Cademy - بخش ۱۰۳ - قصه غوری و حج رفتن او به یک تگ و بازگشتن او از منزل اول / Section 103 - The Story of the Ghouri and His Departure for Hajj in a Single Bound and His Return from the First Stage

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بخش ۱۰۳ - قصه غوری و حج رفتن او به یک تگ و بازگشتن او از منزل اول / Section 103 - The Story of the Ghouri and His Departure for Hajj in a Single Bound and His Return from the First Stage

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به تمنای سیر و نیت گشت
واعظی بر حدود غور گذشت

بامدادان به مسجدی برخاست
بهر حضار مجلسی آراست

صفت کعبه و فضیلت حج
به براهین بیان نمود و حجج

نکته ها گفت جمله عشق آمیز
بیتها خواند جمله شوق انگیز

غوریی کش ز عشق لم یزلی
بود سری درون جان ازلی

چون ز واعظ شنید آن سخنان
جست از جای خویش نعره زنان

وصف خانه شنید و مستانه
خاست بر یاد صاحب خانه

چند باشی تو نیز افسرده
جنبشی کن اگر نه ای مرده

جنبشی نی که آب و گل جنبد
بل کز آب و گل تو دل جنبد

پای بیرون نهد ازین گل و آب
روی در مستقر حسن ماب

شعله برزد ز سینه آتش او
جانب کعبه شد عنان کش او

کهنه گرگاو در برابر داشت
گرد در پا و کرک در بر داشت

در کفش زاد نی و راحله نی
همرهش کاروان و قافله نی

پرس پرسان که کعبه کو و کجاست
وز ره او نشان راست کراست

دو سه فرسنگ رفت بس بی سنگ
وین جهان فراخ بر وی تنگ

پایدان پاره پای آبله شد
معده از رنج جوع در گله شد

آتش شوق او نشست فرو
شست از وصل کعبه دست فرو

ای بسا آتشی که ناگه جست
پرورش چون نیافت زود نشست

شرری را که جست ز آهن و سنگ
بی فروزینه مشکل است درنگ

وز فروزینه چون مدد یابد
بهره ای از بقای خود یابد

ور تو با هیمه اش دهی پیوند
شعله گردد به قدر هیمه بلند

تا به حدی که عالم افروزد
هر چه یابد ز خشک و تر سوزد

گیرد آنسان زبانه او زور
که نماند نشاندنش مقدور

همچنین جذبه کز درون خیزد
به گریبان جان درآویزد

گرچه باشد ضعیف و زود زوال
یابد از تربیت جمال و کمال

باید اول که بر خبر باشی
تا که آن جذبه از چه شد ناشی

منشأش را ز دست نگذاری
روی همت به سوی او آری

گوش داری ز شر اضدادش
کنی از اهل جذبه امدادش

هر که یابی ازان نمد کلهش
تاج سازی به فرق خاک رهش

خانه گیری به کوی و برزن او
نگذاری ز چنگ دامن او

یار از یار خلق دزدد و خوی
میوه از میوه رنگ گیرد و بوی

پهلوان باش و داد کار بده
یا نه پهلو به پهلوانی نه

پهلوانی که از زبردستی
باشدش پای بر سر هستی

افکند از فغان و شیون تو
بار هستی ز دوش و گردن تو

English translation

With the desire of sightseeing and the intention of wandering, A preacher passed through the borders of Ghor. In the morning, he stood up in a mosque, And arranged a gathering for those present. He described the attributes of the Kaaba and the virtues of Hajj, Explaining them with proofs and arguments. He spoke subtle points, all filled with love, He recited verses, all inspiring passion. A man from Ghor, who from the eternal divine love, Had a secret within his primordial soul, When he heard those words from the preacher, Leaped from his place, shouting and crying out. He heard the description of the House and, intoxicated, Arose in remembrance of the Master of the House: 'How long will you also remain despondent? Make a move, if you are not dead! Not a movement where water and clay move, But rather, where the heart moves from within your water and clay. Let it step out of this clay and water, And turn toward the abode of beautiful return.' The fire within his chest flared up, And drew his reins toward the Kaaba. He had old leather shoes on his feet, Dust on his feet, and a wool patch on his body. He had no provisions in hand, nor any mount, Nor any caravan or convoy accompanying him. Asking around: 'Where is the Kaaba, and where does it lie? And who has the correct sign of its path?' He went two or three leagues, quite heedlessly, And this vast world grew narrow for him. His footwear tore, his feet became blistered, And his stomach, from the pain of hunger, began to complain. The fire of his passion died down, And he washed his hands of reaching the Kaaba. Oh, how many a fire suddenly leaps up, But since it receives no nurturing, it quickly subsides! A spark that leaps from iron and stone, Is hard to sustain without kindling. But when it receives aid from kindling, It obtains a share of its own survival. And if you connect it to firewood, Its flame will rise high according to the amount of wood, To the point where it illuminates the world, And burns whatever it finds, both dry and wet. Its tongue of flame gains such strength, That putting it out is no longer possible. In the same way, the attraction that rises from within, And clings to the collar of the soul, Though it may be weak and quick to fade, It achieves beauty and perfection through nurturing. First, you must be aware, To know from what that attraction originated. Do not let go of its source, And turn the face of your aspiration toward it. Protect it from the harm of its opposites, And seek help for it from the people of attraction. Whomever you find wearing that felt cap, Make the dust of his path a crown upon your head. Take up residence in his lane and neighborhood, And do not let go of the hem of his garment. A companion steals character and nature from a companion, Just as a fruit takes color and fragrance from another fruit. Be a champion and do justice to the work, Or rest your side next to a champion: A champion who, through superior strength, Has his foot upon the head of existence. He will cast, through your sighing and lamentation, The burden of existence from your shoulders and neck.

Updated 2026-07-07

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