1Cademy - بخش ۶ - الحكایة و التمثیل / Section 6

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Mosibat Nameh

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بخش ۶ - الحكایة و التمثیل / Section 6 - The Tale and the Parable

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پیره زالی برد پیش بوسعید
کودکی را تا بود او را مرید

آن جوان در کار مرد آمد ولیک
زرد گشت و ناتوان از ضعف نیک

برگ بی برگی و بی خویشی نداشت
طاقت خواری و درویشی نداشت

خاست مرد و شیخ را گفت این زمان
صوفیم ناکرده کردی ناتوان

خواستم تا صوفئی گردانیم
همچو خویش از خویشتن برهانیم

تو مرا در دام مرگ انداختی
کار من جمله ز برگ انداختی

گفت چون صوفی نشاند بوسعید
صوفی او چون تو باشد ای مرید

لیک چون صوفی نشاند کردگار
لاجرم چون بوسعید آید بکار

هرچه آن از من رود چون من بود
دوست از من گر رود دشمن بود

راست ناید صوفئی هرگز بکسب
خر کجاگردد بجد و جهد اسب

لیک اگر دولت رسد ازجای خویش
یک خر عیسی بود صد اسب بیش

جد وجهدت را چو رای دیگرست
صوفئی کردن ز جای دیگرست

جد وجهدت بی ثوابی کی بود
لیک گنجشگی عقابی کی بود

گر همه عالم ثواب تو بود
تا تو باشی تو عذاب تو بود

صوفئی سنگیست مبهوت آمده
سنگ رفته لعل و یاقوت آمده

تا بذات اندر تبدل نبودت
جزو باشی ذات تو کل نبودت

در حقیقت گرچه توکل آمدی
لیک این ساعت همه ذل آمدی

گر شود ذل تودر کل ناپدید
تو بکلی کل شوی ذل ناپدید

ور بماند ذرهٔ از ذل تو
پس بود آن ذره ذلت غل تو

هست صوفی ذل در کل باخته
ذل و کل در کل کل انداخته

کل کل در کل کلات آمده
بی صفت بی فعل و بی ذات آمده

پای ناگاهی فرو رفتن بگنج
پیشهٔ نبود که آموزی برنج

هست صوفی مرد بی رنج آمده
پای او ناگاه در گنج آمده

صوفئی باید ترا اندیشه کن
تا که دانی گنج یابی پیشه کن

لیک جد و جهد میباید ترا
تادر این گنج بگشاید ترا

زانکه در راهی که سلطانان گنج
گنجها دیدند بی رنج و برنج

صد نشان دادند ازان ره پیش تو
تا بجنبد نفس کافر کیش تو

سر بدان راه آور و مردانه وار
گنج میجو با دلی پرانتظار

زانکه در راهی که گنج آنجا نهند
هیچ نبود شک که رنج آنجا نهند

گر تو در راهی دگر پویندهٔ
گنج نیست آنجا که تو جویندهٔ

در رهی رو کان نشانت داده اند
جهد کن تا سر بدانت داده اند

جهد میکن روز و شب در کوی رنج
بو که ناگاهی ببینی روی گنج

هان و هان گر گنج دین بینی تو مست
ظن مبر کز جهد تو آمد بدست

زانکه آنجا جهد را مقدار نیست
گنج را جز گنج کس بر کار نیست

هرکرا بنمود آن محض عطاست
وانکه را ننمود از حکم قضاست

English translation

An old woman brought a child to Abu Sa'id, So that he could be his disciple. That young man became diligent in the work, but He became pale and weak from extreme frailty. He did not have the means for poverty and selflessness, He did not have the endurance for humility and dervishhood. The man stood up and said to the Sheikh at this time, "Without making me a Sufi, you made me weak. I wanted you to make me a Sufi, To deliver me from myself like yourself. You threw me into the snare of death, You threw all my affairs out of order." He said, "When Abu Sa'id establishes a Sufi, His Sufi will be like you, O disciple! But when the Creator establishes a Sufi, Inevitably one like Abu Sa'id is produced. Whatever comes from me will be like me; If a friend comes from me, he will be an enemy. Being a Sufi never comes right by earning, Where does a donkey become a horse by earnest striving? But if fortune arrives from its own place, One donkey of Jesus is more than a hundred horses. Since your earnest striving has another intent, Becoming a Sufi is from another place. When would your earnest striving be without reward? But when would a sparrow be an eagle? If the whole world were your reward, As long as you exist, 'you' are your own torment. Sufism is a stone that has become bewildered, The stone is gone, and rubies and sapphires have come. Until there is a transformation in your essence, You will be a part, your essence will not be the whole. In reality, although you came as the whole, But at this hour you have come all as abasement. If your abasement disappears in the whole, You will entirely become the whole, and abasement will disappear. And if an atom of your abasement remains, Then that atom of abasement will be your shackle. The Sufi is one who has lost abasement in the whole, Having thrown abasement and the whole into the whole of the whole. The whole of the whole has come into the totalities, Having come without attribute, without action, and without essence. Suddenly stepping into a treasure Is not a profession that you can learn through toil. The Sufi is a man who has arrived without toil, Whose foot has suddenly stepped into a treasure. If you need Sufism, think about it, So that you may know how to make treasure-finding your profession. But you must have earnest striving, So that the door of this treasure opens for you. For on the path where the kings of treasure Saw treasures without toil and with toil. They gave a hundred signs of that path before you, So that your infidel-natured self might be stirred. Bring your head to that path and, like a man, Seek the treasure with a heart full of expectation. Because on the path where they place a treasure, There is no doubt that they place toil there. If you are traveling on another path, The treasure is not there where you are seeking. Go on the path that they have shown you the signs of, Strive until they have given you its secret. Strive day and night in the alley of toil, Perhaps suddenly you will see the face of the treasure. Beware, beware, if you see the treasure of religion while intoxicated, Do not think that it was obtained by your striving. Because there, striving has no value, For the treasure, no one but the treasure is at work. Whoever was shown it, that is pure bounty, And whoever was not shown it, it is by the decree of destiny."

Updated 2026-07-03

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