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Mosibat Nameh

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بخش ۴ - الحكایة و التمثیل / Section 4 - The Tale and the Parable

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بس عجب دیوانهٔ فرتوت بود
دایمش نه جامه و نه قوت بود

عاشقی خوش بود و مجنونی شگرف
غرقهٔ دیرینهٔ این بحر ژرف

روز و شب میسوختی از عشق دوست
هرکه میسوزد ز عشق او نکوست

روزگاری بود تا در صد عنا
گرد او میگشت گرداب بلا

لاجرم در جملهٔ عمر دراز
شادمان دستی بدل ننهاد باز

از شراب نامرادی مست بود
زیر پای پیل محنت پست بود

دایما میگفت با چشم پر آب
ای خدا بازت دهم آخر جواب

وقت مردن بیدلی را خواند او
پس وصیت کردش و بنشاند او

گفت چون جانم برآید از تنم
برکش از بهر کفن پیراهنم

پیش دل بشکاف از بیرون من
پس برون کن این دل پرخون من

برکفن بر سنگ گور و خشت و خاک
بر خط از خون دلم بنویس پاک

کآخر این بیدل جوابت باز داد
مرد و مشتی خاک و آبت باز داد

مینگنجیدی تو با او در جهان
با تو بگذاشت او جهان رفت از میان

جانش شب خوش کرد و تن ناشاد شد
وز جهان جان ستان آزاد شد

گر جهان و جان شود در مفلسی
دایما جان و جهان را تو بسی

من چه خواهم کرد پیدا و نهان
بی تو ای جان و جهان جان و جهان

تامرا از عمر میماند نفس
مذهبم الجار ثم الدار بس

English translation

There was a very strange, old madman, He always had neither clothes nor food. He was a pleasant lover and a marvelous madman, An ancient drowning man in this deep sea. Day and night he burned from the love of the Friend, Whoever burns from His love is good. It was a long time that in a hundred hardships, The whirlpool of affliction swirled around him. Therefore, in his entire long life, He never joyfully placed a hand upon his heart again. He was drunk from the wine of unfulfillment, He was crushed beneath the feet of the elephant of sorrow. He constantly said with tearful eyes, 'O God, I will finally give You back an answer.' At the time of death, he called a detached one (a dervish), Then he made his will to him and sat him down. He said, 'When my soul departs from my body, Take off my shirt to use as a shroud. Tear open my chest over my heart from the outside, Then take out this blood-filled heart of mine. On the shroud, on the gravestone, the brick, and the dust, Write purely in a line with the blood of my heart: That finally, this heartbroken one gave You back Your answer; He died and gave You back a handful of dust and water. You could not fit with him in the world, He left the world to You and departed from the midst.' His soul bade goodnight and his body became unhappy, And he became free from the soul-taking world. If the world and the soul become bankrupt, You are always sufficient for the soul and the world. What will I do, overtly or covertly, Without You, O Soul and World, with the soul and the world? As long as breath remains for me from life, My religion is 'the neighbor, then the house', and that is enough.

Updated 2026-07-03

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