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Mosibat Nameh

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بخش ۵ - الحكایة و التمثیل / Section 5 - The Tale and the Parable

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هندوئی بودست چون شوریدهٔ
در مقام عشق صاحب دیدهٔ

چون براه حج برون شد قافله
دید قومی در میان مشغله

گفت ای آشفتگان دلربای
در چه کارید و کجا دارید رای

آن یکی گفتش که این مردان راه
عزم حج دارند هم زینجایگاه

گفت حج چبود بگو ای رهنمای
گفت جائی خانهٔ دارد خدای

هرکه آنجا یک نفس ساکن شود
از عذاب جاودان ایمن شود

شورشی در جان هندوی اوفتاد
ز آرزوی کعبه در روی اوفتاد

گفت ننشینم بروز و شب ز پای
تا نیارم عاشق آسا حج بجای

همچنان میرفت مست و بیقرار
تا رسید آنجا که آنجا بود کار

چون بدید او خانه گفتا کو خدای
زانکه او را مینبینم هیچ جای

حاجیان گفتند ای آشفته کار
او کجا در خانه باشد شرم دار

خانه آن اوست او در خانه نیست
داند این سر هر که او دیوانه نیست

زین سخن هندو چنان فرتوت شد
کز تحیر عقل او مبهوت شد

هر نفس میکرد هر ساعت فغان
خویشتن بر سنگ میزد هر زمان

زار میگفت ای مسلمانان مرا
از چه آوردید سر گردان مرا

من چه خواهم کرد بی او خانه را
خانه گور آمد کنون دیوانه را

گر من سرگشته آگه بودمی
این همه راه از کجا پیمودمی

چون مرا اینجایگه آورده اید
بی سر وبن سر بره آورده اید

یا مرا با خانه باید زین مقام
یا خدای خانه باید والسلام

هرچه او در چشم جز صانع بود
گر همه صنعت بود ضایع بود

تاکه جان داری ز صانع روز و شب
جان خود را چشم صانع بین طلب

English translation

There was a Hindu, like a madman, In the station of love, one with insight. When a caravan set out on the path of Hajj, He saw a group bustling with activity. He said, 'O captivating, bewildered ones, What are you doing and where are you heading?' One of them told him, 'These men of the path Have resolved to perform Hajj right from this place.' He asked, 'What is Hajj? Tell me, O guide.' He replied, 'God has a house in a certain place. Whoever resides there for a single breath Will be safe from eternal torment.' A tumult fell into the soul of that Hindu; From the desire of the Kaaba, he fell on his face. He said, 'I will not rest day and night Until I perform Hajj like a lover.' He kept walking, intoxicated and restless, Until he reached the place where the business was. When he saw the house, he asked, 'Where is God? For I do not see Him anywhere.' The pilgrims said, 'O bewildered one in action! How could He be in a house? Have some shame! The house is His, but He is not in the house; Anyone who is not mad knows this secret.' At these words, the Hindu became so decrepit That from bewilderment his intellect was dumbfounded. Every breath he let out a cry, every hour a lament, Striking himself against the stones all the time. Weeping bitterly, he said, 'O Muslims, Why did you bring me here, making me wander? What will I do with the house without Him? The house has now become a grave for this madman. If I, the bewildered one, had been aware, Why would I have traveled all this way? Since you have brought me to this place, You have brought me on the path without head or foot. From this station, either I must have the house, Or I must have the God of the house, and that is all! Whatever is in the eye other than the Creator, Even if it is all creation, is wasted. As long as you have life, day and night, from the Creator, Seek that your soul may have eyes that see the Creator.'

Updated 2026-07-03

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