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بخش ۳۷ - عقد دهم در کشف سر ورع که کاسر سورت حرص و طمع است و کاشف ظلمت اهوا و بدع / Section 37 - The Tenth Knot: On Revealing the Secret of Scrupulous Piety, Which Breaks the Force of Greed and Covetousness, and Dispels the Darkness of Desires and Heresies

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ای که بهر شکمت گردن آز
سوی کاسه چو صراحیست دراز

چون خم باده همین داری کام
که کنی پر شکم خود ز حرام

در نماز چه شد از پشت خم است
چون تو را قبله همت شکم است

چون به کامت ز ورع نیست مزه
لقمه را از مزه پرسی نه بزه

هر چه بر سفره و خوان تو نهند
هر چه در کام و دهان تو نهند

بخوری خواه کدر خواه صفی
گاو و خر نیست بدین خوش علفی

مرغ باید که مسمن باشد
صحن ازو چشمه روغن باشد

هیچ غم نیست گرش غصب کنان
شحنه ده کشد از بیوه زنان

میوه باید که بود تازه و تر
چاشنی دار چو جلاب شکر

هیچ غم نیست اگر دزد لئیم
افکند رخنه به بستان یتیم

تخم لقمه ست در آب و گل تو
نکند جز چو خودی حاصل تو

دانه ریزی به کف آید خر
خار کاری بدراند دامن

لقمه خشک حلالت در کام
لقمه چرب چه خواهی ز حرام

بز که لاغر بود و سگ فربه
هست ازین فربهت آن لاغر به

دسترنج تو حلال است تو را
غیر آن رنج و وبال است تو را

نان خود با تره و دوغ زنی
به که از خوان شه آروغ زنی

نیست ممتاز حرامت ز حلال
سیل تیره ست تو را آب زلال

دلق و دراعه همی آرایی
عطر تزویر بر آن می سایی

سبحه با شانه همی پیوندی
عقد تلبیس بر آن می بندی

می کشی خرقه پشمینه به دوش
می نهی گوشه فش در بن گوش

باشد اینها همه دعوی یعنی
صوفی وقتم و صاحب معنی

تا فتد ساده دلی در دامت
طعمه چاشت دهد یا شامت

چون به دل افتدت از شهر گره
با گروهی روی از شهر به ده

که فلان هست ز نیکوکیشان
مخلص و معتقد درویشان

زیر صد بار وی از ناداری
تو ز ادبار شوی سرباری

کند از مفلسی آن بی مایه
رخت خانه گرو همسایه

بهر تو سفره و خوان آراید
شربت و میوه بر آن افزاید

تو هم از دین و خرد هر دو بری
بنشینی و به شهوت بخوری

تف بر این صوت و سیرت که تو راست
تف بر این عقل و بصیرت که تو راست

این نه صوفیگری و درویشیست
نامسلمانی و کافر کیشیست

نفس را حلقه حلقوم بری
به که این زقه زقوم خوری

دزدی و راهزنی بهتر ازین
کفن از مرده کنی بهتر ازین

چند روزی کم بی دردان گیر
پی پیران و جوانمردان گیر

بین که مردان چه ریاضت بردند
تا درین مرحله پای افشردند

خاطر از وسوسه صافی کردند
در ورع موی شکافی کردد

گم شدی بر دلشان حرص و طمع
پرده دیدن اسرار ورع

اگر از شبهه خلیدی خاری
پا کشیدندی از گلزاری

ور ز شک قطره چکیدی جایی
دست شستندی از دریایی

مردم چشم جهان آن نفرند
که به نفرت سوی دنیا نگرند

صدق کوشان و ورع کیشانند
خصم حرص و طمع اندیشانند

چشم جان بر اثر ایشان دار
گوش دل بر خبر ایشان دار

English translation

O you whose neck of greed, for the sake of your belly, Is stretched out toward the bowl like a decanter! Like a wine jar, your only desire is To fill your belly with the unlawful. What does it matter if your back is bowed in prayer, When the Qiblah of your ambition is your belly? Since scrupulous piety has no taste in your palate, You ask about the flavor of the morsel, not its sinfulness. Whatever they place upon your table and spread, Whatever they put in your palate and mouth, You consume it, whether it be turbid or pure; Cows and donkeys are not so pleased with grazing on anything! You demand that the chicken be fattened, And that the platter be a spring of oil from it. You feel no grief if, through usurpation, The village bailiff drags it away from widow women. You demand that the fruit be fresh and moist, Full of flavor like sugary syrup. You feel no grief if a despicable thief Breaks a hole in the orchard of an orphan. The seed of the morsel is in your clay and water; It yields no harvest for you but what resembles itself. If you sow seeds, a harvest will come to hand; If you plant thorns, it will tear your skirt. A dry, lawful morsel in your mouth is better; Why do you crave a greasy morsel from the unlawful? A goat that is lean, and a dog that is fat— That lean goat is far better than this fat dog of yours. The fruit of your own labor is lawful to you; Anything other than that is trouble and a burden to you. To dip your own bread in greens and buttermilk Is better than belching from the table of a king. The unlawful is not distinguished from the lawful to you; Clear water is like a dark torrent to you. You adorn your dervish cloak and gown, And rub the perfume of hypocrisy upon them. You join your prayer-beads with your comb, And tie the knot of deceit upon them. You shoulder the woolen patched frock, And tilt your turban's cap behind your ear. All these are mere claims, meaning: 'I am the Sufi of the age, and a man of spiritual meaning!' Only so that some simple-hearted person may fall into your trap, And give you food for your morning or evening meal. When a knot of the city falls upon your heart, You go with a group from the city to the village, Claiming, 'So-and-so is of the good-natured ones, Sincere and believing in the dervishes.' While he is under a hundred loads due to poverty, You, through your wretchedness, become an extra burden on his back. Out of destitution, that poor man Pledges his household goods to his neighbor, To arrange a table and spread for you, And add sherbet and fruit to it. And you, devoid of both religion and intellect, Sit down and eat with lustful appetite! Fie on this sound and character that you possess! Fie on this intellect and insight that you possess! This is neither Sufism nor dervishhood; This is irreligiousness and infidelity! To cut the windpipe of your carnal soul Is better than eating this mouthful of Zaqqum! Thievery and highway robbery are better than this; Stealing the shroud from a corpse is better than this! For a few days, avoid the company of those without pain; Follow the path of the spiritual elders and chivalrous ones. See what self-mortification those men undertook To stand firm in this stage. They purified their minds from evil whisperings, And split hairs in scrupulous piety. Lost to their hearts were greed and covetousness, Which are veils to seeing the secrets of piety. If a thorn of doubt pricked them, They withdrew their feet from the rose garden. And if a drop of suspicion dripped anywhere, They washed their hands of an entire sea. The pupils of the world's eye are those individuals Who look upon this worldly life with aversion. They are the strivers for truth and the practitioners of piety; They are the adversaries of those who harbor greed and covetousness. Keep the eye of your soul on their footsteps; Keep the ear of your heart attentive to their tidings.

Updated 2026-07-19

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