1Cademy - بخش ۱۰ - نعت سیم منبی از بعض معجزات وی که از حد عد متجاوز است و نطاق نطق از احاطه به آن عاجز / Section 10 - The Third Praise, Proclaiming Some of His Miracles Which Exceed the Limit of Counting, and the Tongue of Speech is Incapable of Encompassing Them

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Haft Awrang

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بخش ۱۰ - نعت سیم منبی از بعض معجزات وی که از حد عد متجاوز است و نطاق نطق از احاطه به آن عاجز / Section 10 - The Third Praise, Proclaiming Some of His Miracles Which Exceed the Limit of Counting, and the Tongue of Speech is Incapable of Encompassing Them

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ای ز تو شق خرقه ماه منیر
پیش تو مهر آمده فرمان پذیر

قصر نبوت به تو چون شد بلند
کسر به مقصوره کسری فکند

چتر فرازنده فرقت سحاب
سایه نشین چتر تو را آفتاب

سایه ندیدت به زمین هیچ کس
نور بود سایه خورشید و بس

جانت ز آلایش تن پاک بود
سایه نینداخت بر این خاک تود

دیده تو هم ز پس و هم ز پیش
دیده چو چشم همه عالم ز پیش

روحی و غایب نه ز تو هیچ سوی
در نظرت هست یکی پشت و روی

شمعی و نور از تو رسد جمع را
پشتی و رویی نبود شمع را

سنگ سیه در کف تو سبحه سنج
دل سیهان را شده آن سبحه رنج

بحر کرم موج زن از مشت تو
مقسم آن فرجه انگشت تو

گرسنه و تشنه هزاران هزار
گشته ازان جرعه کش و لقمه خوار

نخل که بودش به زمین سخت پای
جست به فرموده امرت ز جای

کرد به هر سو که تو خواندی خرام
ساخت به هر جا که تو گفتی مقام

بر در غاری که گذار تو بود
وز طلب خصم حصار تو بود

پرده چرا بافت یکی جانور
بیضه برای چه نهاد آن دگر

تا نرسد زخمی از اهل خلاف
آمدت این بیضه گر آن درع باف

مایده کان نیم شبیت آمده
روزیی از خوان «ابیت » آمده

«یطعمنی » طعمه و «یسقینی » آب
اینت گوارنده طعام و شراب

چون لب تو لقمه ز بزغاله کرد
لقمه به زیر لب تو ناله کرد

گفت که آلوده به زهرم مخور
گرچه برد تلخی زهر این شکر

قبضه ریگی که فشاندی ز کف
شد بصر بی بصرانش هدف

سرمه صفت نور بصر را کفیل
بود که شد در نظر خصم میل

جامی عاجز که نواساز توست
بسته لب از نکته اعجاز توست

گرچه گهروار چو تیغ آمده ست
بلکه گهربار چو میغ آمده ست

خواست به نعتت گهری تابناک
ریخت ز رویش خوی خجلت به خاک

English translation

O you by whom the bright moon's robe was split, Before you the sun came, obedient to your command. When the palace of prophethood rose high through you, It cast a fracture into the chamber of Khosrow. The cloud was the umbrella raising your stature high, And the sun sat in the shadow of your umbrella. No one saw your shadow on the earth, For it was light, and the shadow of the sun was nothing more. Your soul was pure from the pollution of the body, Thus it cast no shadow on this heap of dust. Your eye saw from behind as well as from the front, Seeing as the eyes of all the world see from the front. You are a spirit, and no direction is absent from you; In your sight, front and back are one and the same. You are a candle, and from you light reaches the assembly; A candle has no front or back. The black stone in your hand chanted praises, That chanting became a torment for the black-hearted. The ocean of generosity was surging from your fist, And the distributor was the gap of your fingers. Thousands upon thousands of hungry and thirsty, Quenched their thirst and fed from that sip and morsel. The palm tree, which was firmly rooted in the ground, Leaped from its place at your command. It strolled in whichever direction you called it, And made its dwelling wherever you told it to. At the entrance of the cave which was your passage, And became your fortress against the pursuit of the enemy, Why did one creature weave a web? For what did the other lay its eggs? Lest any harm should reach you from the people of opposition, This one came as an egg-layer and that one as an armor-weaver. That banquet which came to you at midnight, Was a daily sustenance from the table of 'I spend my night [with my Lord].' 'He feeds me' was the food and 'He gives me drink' was the water; What a wholesome food and drink this was! When your lip approached the morsel of the kid, The morsel cried out from beneath your lip. It said: 'Do not eat me, I am tainted with poison, Even though this sugar of yours would take away the bitterness of poison.' The handful of sand that you scattered from your hand Targeted the eyes of those who lacked vision. Like kohl, it guaranteed the light of vision, While it became a hot iron rod in the eyes of the enemy. The helpless Jami, who is your melody-maker, Has his lips sealed by the subtleties of your miracles. Though he has come like a blade sharp as a gem, Nay, rather he has come raining gems like a cloud, He desired a brilliant gem for your praise, But the sweat of shame poured from his face onto the dust.

Updated 2026-07-18

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