1Cademy - بخش ۲۱ - صحبت سیم با پیر حقیقت بین و یافتن مرید گوهر مقصود از حقه حق الیقین / Section 21 - The Third Conversation with the Truth-Seeing Master and the Disciples Finding of the Pearl of the Desired Goal from the Casket of the Truth of Certainty

Learn Before

Haft Awrang

Poem

بخش ۲۱ - صحبت سیم با پیر حقیقت بین و یافتن مرید گوهر مقصود از حقه حق الیقین / Section 21 - The Third Conversation with the Truth-Seeing Master and the Disciple's Finding of the Pearl of the Desired Goal from the Casket of the Truth of Certainty

Original content

چاشت که خورشید علم برفراشت
ظلمت سایه به زمین کم گذاشت

هر علم از سایه فزاید پناه
جز علم خور که بود سایه کاه

خنجر زرین چو کشید از شکوه
سایه شد از دشت گریزان به کوه

چهره چو افروخت ز نیلی تتق
زیب دگر یافت افق تا افق

سایه ظلمت ز میان دور شد
ظلمت سایه همگی نور شد

من به چنین روز ز ادبار خویش
تیره چو سایه پس دیوار خویش

تنگ شده بر دل من شهر و کوی
طوف کنان تافتم از شهر روی

پای نهادم به تماشا و گشت
رخت کشیدم سوی صحرا و دشت

عاقبتم گشت به دشتی کشید
کش نه کران بود نه پایان پدید

بادیه ای پهن چو صحن امل
دور چو از دیده غافل اجل

بس که سر افراخته زو گردباد
خیمه گردون شده ذات العماد

صد گله گورش ز یمین و یسار
صد رمه آهوش به هر مرغزار

هرگز از آسیب شکارافکنان
آهو و گورش نشده تگ زنان

بهر رهایی ز سگ تیر تاز
روبهش از حیله گری رسته باز

آنچه در او خواب برد ز اضطراب
دیده خرگوش ندیده به خواب

کنده ددانش همه دندان آز
از جگر خویش شده طعمه ساز

بود عجب بادیه ای دلگشای
شوق در او قوت پای آزمای

در هوس پیر دمی می زدم
در طلب وی قدمی می زدم

سیر من آخر به مقامی رسید
کز طرفی مژده کامی رسید

در پی آن کام شدی گام زن
نایره در خرمن آرام زن

تا به فلک رنگ یکی سبزه زار
گرد چو خورشید یکی چشمه سار

بر لب آن چشمه وضو کرد پیر
نورفشان چهره چو بدر منیر

سبق نمودم به دعا و سلام
پیش گرفتم سبق احترام

گوش کرامت به خطابم نهاد
درج حقیقت به جوابم گشاد

لطف جوابش چو نسیم بهار
بند گشاد از دل من غنچه وار

کرد چو آن بندگشایی مرا
داد ز هر بند رهایی مرا

رشته من از گره قید رست
بر گرهم گوهر اطلاق بست

قطره ناچیز به بحر آرمید
هستی خود را همگی بحر دید

در صور بحر چو موج و بخار
یافت همه جلوه خویش آشکار

چون پی گوهر سوی دریا شتافت
هیچ گهر جز گهر خود نیافت

چون به تماشا سوی خود بنگریست
هیچ ندانست که جز بحر چیست

جامی اگر زانکه زدی دست و پا
تا که بدین بحر شدی آشنا

غرقه بحر آمده غواص شو
طالب در و گهر خاص شو

در دل اگر شعله حالیت هست
لایق آن حسن مقالیت هست

سوخته شعله حالات باش
ساخته شرح مقالات باش

English translation

At mid-morning, when the sun raised its banner, The darkness of shadows left the earth. Every banner increases shelter by its shadow, Except the banner of the sun, which diminishes shadow. When it drew its golden dagger in grandeur, The shadow fled from the plain to the mountain. When it lit its face from the indigo veil, Every horizon found a different beauty. The shadow of darkness departed from the midst, The darkness of shadows became entirely light. On such a day, because of my misfortune, I was dark like a shadow behind my wall. The city and streets became narrow for my heart, Wandering, I turned my face away from the city. I set foot on sight-seeing and wandering, I moved my belongings toward the wilderness and plain. Finally, my wandering drew me to a plain, Whose boundary was not visible, nor its end. A desert wide like the courtyard of hope, Remote like death from the eyes of the heedless. So high did the whirlwind raise its head from it, That the tent of heaven became like the many-columned city. A hundred herds of wild asses on the right and left, A hundred flocks of deer in every meadow. Never from the injury of hunters Had its deer and wild asses run in panic. To escape the arrow-swift dog, Its fox had escaped through trickery. What could put to sleep its anxiety, The eye of the hare had never seen in a dream. Its beasts had pulled out all teeth of greed, Making prey from their own livers. It was a wondrous, heart-expanding wilderness, Where longing tested the strength of the feet. In desire for the Master, I breathed, In search of him, I paced my steps. My journey finally reached a station, Where from some direction a glad tiding of success arrived. I paced in pursuit of that success, Setting fire to the harvest of tranquility. Until I saw a meadow of celestial color, Around which was a spring like the sun. On the edge of that spring, the Master performed ablutions, His face shedding light like the full moon. I took the lead in prayer and greeting, I advanced in the manner of respect. He lent an ear of nobility to my speech, And opened the casket of truth to answer me. The grace of his answer, like the spring breeze, Opened the knot of my heart like a rosebud. As he performed that untying for me, He granted me release from every bond. My thread escaped from the knot of confinement, And bound the jewel of absolute freedom onto my knot. The insignificant drop reposed in the ocean, And saw its entire existence as the ocean. In the forms of the ocean, like wave and vapor, It found all its manifestation clearly revealed. When it hastened toward the sea in pursuit of the pearl, It found no pearl other than its own pearl. When it looked upon itself for contemplation, It knew nothing other than that it was the ocean. O Jami! If indeed you struggled To become acquainted with this ocean, Being drowned in the ocean, become a diver; Seek the unique pearl and jewel. If in your heart there is a spark of spiritual state, It is worthy of that beautiful discourse. Be consumed by the flame of spiritual states, Ready for the explanation of discourses.

Updated 2026-07-19

Contributors are:

Who are from:

References