1Cademy - بخش ۴۳ - حکایت صوفیی که در سماع غنای مغنیه خرقه فقر از سر برکشید و از لجه بی آرام بحر حقیقت به ساحت ساحل مجاز آرمید / Section 43 - The Tale of a Sufi Who, Hearing the Song of a Female Singer, Threw Off the Dervishs Cloak of Poverty, and Retired from the Restless Abyss of the Sea of Reality to the Shore of the Metaphorical

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Haft Awrang

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بخش ۴۳ - حکایت صوفیی که در سماع غنای مغنیه خرقه فقر از سر برکشید و از لجه بی آرام بحر حقیقت به ساحت ساحل مجاز آرمید / Section 43 - The Tale of a Sufi Who, Hearing the Song of a Female Singer, Threw Off the Dervish's Cloak of Poverty, and Retired from the Restless Abyss of the Sea of Reality to the Shore of the Metaphorical

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کعبه روی از سر وجد عظیم
در صف پیران حرم شد مقیم

مرغ دل او چو زدی پر و بال
رستی از این دامگه پر وبال

وجد الهیش رهاندی ز خویش
جذب حقش بازستادی ز خویش

آمدی از هستی خود گشته صاف
رقص کنان گرد حرم در طواف

روزی از آنجا که قضا ره زدش
زخم بلا بر دل آگه زدش

مطربه ای رونق کارش ببرد
وز دل و جان صبر و قرارش ببرد

ذوق می عشوه و نازش چشید
دل ز حقیقت به مجازش کشید

بود همان حالت وجدش به جای
لیک ازان شاهد دستانسرای

خرقه به پیران حرم داد و گفت
سر خود از خلق چه دارم نهفت

در دل من وجد الهی نماند
جنبش من جز به ملاهی نماند

ز آتش اغیار درونم به جوش
خرقه اصحاب چه دارم به دوش

خوش نبود بتکده دل زان نگار
خلعت اسلام به بر کعبه وار

تا به حقیقت نکشید آن مجاز
باز نیامد به سر خرقه باز

جامی ازین قاعده دلپذیر
تا بتوانی سبق صدق گیر

زانکه درین مزرع مرد آزمای
هیچ نیرزد جو گندم نمای

English translation

A pilgrim heading for the Kaaba, out of immense ecstasy, Took up residence in the ranks of the elders of the sanctuary. Whenever the bird of his heart fluttered its wings, He would escape from this snare-place of distress and feathers. His divine ecstasy would deliver him from selfhood; The attraction of the Truth would reclaim him from himself. He would emerge purified of his own existence, Dancing in circumambulation around the sanctuary. One day, as destiny waylaid his path, The wound of affliction struck his conscious heart. A female singer took away the luster of his devotion, And robbed his heart and soul of patience and peace. He tasted the wine of her coquetry and charm; His heart dragged him from reality to the metaphorical. His state of ecstasy remained intact, Yet it was now for that story-singing beauty. He surrendered his cloak to the elders of the sanctuary and said: 'Why should I hide my secret from the people? No divine ecstasy remains in my heart; My movement is for nothing but worldly amusements. My inner being boils with the fire of others; Why should I keep the cloak of the companions on my shoulder? It is not right for the temple of the heart to hold that idol While wearing the robe of Islam like the Kaaba.' Until that metaphorical love drew him back to reality, He did not return to the wearing of the cloak. Jami, from this delightful rule, Take a lesson of sincerity as much as you can. For in this field that tests men, The barley-seller who shows wheat is worth absolutely nothing.

Updated 2026-07-19

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