1Cademy - بخش ۴۰ - مقاله دهم در اشارت به سهر که نشانه هوشیاری و علامت بخت بیداریست / Section 40 - The Tenth Discourse on Alluding to Vigilance, which is a Sign of Alertness and a Token of Awakening Fortune

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بخش ۴۰ - مقاله دهم در اشارت به سهر که نشانه هوشیاری و علامت بخت بیداریست / Section 40 - The Tenth Discourse on Alluding to Vigilance, which is a Sign of Alertness and a Token of Awakening Fortune

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ای به شکر خواب سحر داده هوش
خیز که برخاست ز مرغان خروش

مرغ سحر زنده و تو مرده ای
او ز نوا گرم و تو افسرده ای

ترک هوا گوی و نوایی بزن
چنگ به دامان وفایی بزن

هر شب ازین پرده زنگارگون
این همه لعبت که سر آرد برون

هست پی آنکه شود آشکار
بر نظرت قدرت لعبت نگار

شرم تو بادا که کنی تا به روز
راه نظر را به مژه میخ دوز

ننگری این دیر بقا پرده را
وین همه اوضاع نوآورده را

بر نکنی سر که بر این پرده چیست
نقش نگارنده درین پرده کیست

سبحه انجم به ثریا که داد
طارم چارم به مسیحا که داد

تار که بر بط ناهید بست
رنگ که بر محمل خورشید بست

نیل بر این صفحه خضرا که بیخت
مهره درین حقه مینا که ریخت

خرقه شب غالیه گون از چه شد
دامنش آلوده به خون از چه شد

شمع سحر لمعه نور از که یافت
جبهه مه داغ قصور از که یافت

هست درین دایره قال و قیل
این همه بر هستی صانع دلیل

نقش نگر جانب نقاش رو
حسن بنا بین و به بنا گرو

بیش درین مرحله غافل مخسب
پای برآر از گل و در گل مخسب

خلعت عمر تو عجب کوته است
خون به دل از کوتهیش ته ته است

بیش میفزای به مقراض خواب
کوتهی آن که نیفتد صواب

خواب چو مرگ ار نبود ضد زیست
نکته «النوم اخ الموت » چیست

چهره این اخ به تف آلوده باد
خود به تف این اخ چه مناسب فتاد

هست یکی نیمه ز عمر تو روز
نیمه دیگر شب انجم فروز

روز و شب عمر تو با صد شتاب
می گذرد آن به خور و این به خواب

روز پی خور سگ دیوانه ای
خفته به شب مرده کاشانه ای

روز چنان می گذرد شب چنین
کی شوی آماده روز پسین

شب چو رسد شمع شب افروز باش
همنفس گریه جانسوز باش

اشک همی ریز به صد درد و سوز
عذر همی خواه ز تقصیر روز

هر چه به روز از دل جافی کنی
وای تو گر شب نه تلافی کنی

روز تو شد شام به عصیانگری
شام به روز آر به عذر آوری

روز و شبت گر همه یکسان شود
بر تو شب و روز تو تاوان شود

روز که صد گونه گنه کرده ای
نامه اعمال سیه کرده ای

شب ز مژه بهر سفیدی روی
از رخ آن نامه سیاهی بشوی

چند کنی خواب ز خودکامگی
با دل فارغ ز سیه نامگی

کرده تو خواب و ز ورای حجاب
ناظر حال تو منزه ز خواب

شب چه کنی روز به بی حاصلی
کو به تو خوش حاضر و تو غافلی

English translation

O you who have given your awareness to the sweet sleep of dawn, Arise, for the clamor of the birds has arisen! The bird of dawn is alive, and you are dead; It is warm with its song, and you are cold and lifeless. Abandon passion and play a tune; Grasp the hem of loyalty. Every night from behind this rust-colored curtain, All these playthings emerge, It is so that the power of the Maker of playthings May become manifest to your sight. Shame on you that until daybreak, You nail the path of vision shut with your eyelashes! Do you not look at this eternal abode's curtain, And all these newly brought-forth wonders? Do you not raise your head to see what is on this curtain? Who is the painter of the designs on this curtain? Who gave the rosary of stars to the Pleiades? Who gave the fourth vault to the Messiah? Who bound the strings of Venus's lute? Who painted the litter of the Sun? Who sifted indigo upon this green page? Who poured the beads into this enamel casket? Why did the cloak of night become musk-scented? Why did its skirt become stained with blood? From whom did the candle of dawn receive its flash of light? From whom did the forehead of the moon receive its mark of deficiency? Within this circle of debate and discourse, All of these are proofs of the Creator's existence. Look at the design, then go towards the designer; See the beauty of the building, and pledge yourself to the builder. Sleep no more in heedlessness at this stage; Draw your foot out of the mud and do not sleep in the mire. The robe of your life is wonderfully short; My heart is filled with blood due to its brevity. Do not increase its brevity further with the scissors of sleep, Which would not be right or wise. If sleep, like death, is not the opposite of life, What is the meaning of the saying 'Sleep is the brother of death'? May the face of this brother be covered in heat; Indeed, how fittingly has this brother been described! One half of your life is day, And the other half is star-lit night. The day and night of your life pass with a hundred-fold haste, The former in eating and the latter in sleeping. By day, you are a rabid dog chasing after food; By night, you sleep like a corpse in your dwelling. The day passes thus, and the night passes so; When will you become ready for the Last Day? When night arrives, be a night-illuminating candle; Be a companion to soul-burning weeping. Shed tears with a hundred pains and burnings; Seek forgiveness for the shortcomings of the day. Whatever cruelty you commit by day with a hard heart, Woe unto you if you do not make amends for it at night! Your day turned to night in sinfulness; Bring night to day in offering excuses. If your day and night all become the same, Your night and day will become a loss for you. By day, when you have committed a hundred kinds of sins, And blackened your record of deeds, At night, wash away that blackness from the face of that record With tears from your eyelashes for the sake of whitening your face. How long will you sleep out of self-indulgence, With a heart unconcerned about your black record? You are asleep, while from behind the veil, The Watcher of your state is free from sleep. Why do you waste your nights and days in fruitlessness, While He is beautifully present to you, and you are heedless?

Updated 2026-07-19

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