Poem

بخش ۱۲۱ - عقد سی و هشتم در وصیت فرزند ارجمند ضیاء الدین یوسف حفظه الله عما یوجب التحسر و التأسف / Section 121 - The Thirty-Eighth Knot: On the Testament to the Honorable Son, Diya al-Din Yusuf, May Allah Protect Him from What Causes Regret and Sorrow

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ای نهال چمن جان و دلم
غنچه باغچه آب و گلم

قرة العینی و چشمم به تو تیز
چرخ را کند کن چشم ستیز

قوة الظهری و پشتم به تو راست
بختم از پشتی تو بی کم و کاست

یوسفی آمده از مصر وفا
لقبت بر سر دین تاج ضیا

سال تو پنج و درین دیر سپنج
از دو پنجاه فزون باد این پنج

زین دو پنجاه تو را هر پنجی
در هنر پنجه گشا بر گنجی

در هنر کوش که زر چیزی نیست
گنج زر پیش هنر چیزی نیست

هنری نی که دهد گنج زرت
هنری از دل و جان رنجبرت

وان هنر نیست نصیب همه کس
بهره زنده دلان آمد و بس

چون کنی در هنر آموزی روی
دلی از خوان ادب روزی جوی

فال فرخندگی از مصحف گیر
مصحفی نورفشان بر کف گیر

جوی ادیبی به قرائت کامل
لفظش از حسن ادا راحت دل

وحی را کان به تو واصل شده است
زو چنان گیر که نازل شده است

زان زلالت چو زبان تر گردد
یادگیر آنچه میسر گردد

بعد ازان پشت به عادات و رسوم
روی جهد آر به تحصیل علوم

حفظ کن مختصری در هر فن
گیر خوشبو گلی از هر گلشن

هر سبق را که نهی پیش نظر
تا ندانی ز سر آن مگذر

علم دارد طرق گوناگون
مرو از حد ضرورت بیرون

عمر کم فضل و ادب بسیار است
کسب آن کن که تو را ناچار است

در ره عشق به میزان قبول
هست ادب بی ادبی فضل فضول

پا منه جز به در استادی
از کدورات جهان آزادی

مخبر و محضر او هر دو نکو
بهتر از مخبر او محضر او

سخنش مایه ادراک شود
خلقت از صحبت او پاک شود

نه سفیهی لقبش گشته فقیه
مخبر و محضر او هر دو کریه

نفس ازو میل به جاه آموزد
طبع ازو خوی تباه اندوزد

ور کنی روی سرت خطه خط
بایدت در ره آن سیر وسط

خط که از شایبه حسن تهیست
بهره کاغذ ازو رو سیهیست

خط چنان به ز قلم راننده
که بیاساید ازو خواننده

در کف نغز خط خوب رقم
رزق را طرفه کلیدیست قلم

لیک چندان چو قلم رنج مبر
کت بجز خط نبود هیچ هنر

می نگویم سخن شعر و فنش
که خمش باد زبان از سخنش

گر شود بحر مکن لب تر ازو
ور شود کان مطلب گوهر ازو

کیسه خالی کن هر پر هنر است
میل کوری کش هر دیده ور است

رقم دل مکن این هندسه را
ره به خاطر مده این وسوسه را

دل که باشد حرم خاص خدای
حیف باشد که شود وسوسه جای

در جوانی کم بی دردی گیر
راه مردی و جوانمردی گیر

ره که باید به جوانی سپری
گر به پیری فکنی رنج بری

نیست کار تو بجز بازپسی
چون به سر منزل پیری برسی

به ره خدمت درویشان پوی
کحل بینش ز در ایشان جوی

چون تو را بخت رساند به کسی
که تو را از تو رهاند نفسی

دست در دامنش آویز و بکش
دامن از صحبت هر ناخوش و خوش

ور نه در کسوت یکتایی باش
ساکن کلبه تنهایی باش

رخت آن کلبه کن از ترس خدای
بنشین امن ز ترس دو سرای

بند بر خلق در گفت و شنود
قایل و سامع خود هم خود شو

English translation

O sapling of the meadow of my soul and heart, O bud of the garden of my water and clay! You are the comfort of my eyes, and my gaze is sharp upon you, May you blunt the hostile eye of the wheel of fortune. You are the strength of my back, and my spine is straightened by you, My fortune is complete and flawless through your support. You are a Joseph come from the Egypt of loyalty, Your title is a crown of light (Ziya) upon the head of faith. Your age is five in this transient world, May this five exceed two-fifties (a hundred) years. From these two-fifties, may every five of yours, In virtue and skill, open a hand towards a treasure. Strive in virtue, for gold is nothing, A treasure of gold is nothing before virtue. Not a virtue that brings you a treasure of gold, But a virtue born from the toil of your heart and soul. And that virtue is not the lot of everyone, It is only the portion of the living-hearted. When you turn your face toward learning virtue, Seek a daily portion of food from the table of manners (adab). Take an omen of prosperity from the Holy Book (Quran), Hold a light-shedding Book in your hand. Seek a teacher perfect in recitation, Whose words, from beautiful delivery, bring comfort to the heart. The revelation that has reached you, Receive it from him as if it has just been sent down. When your tongue is moistened by that pure water, Memorize whatever is made easy for you. After that, turn your back on habits and customs, Bring the face of effort to the acquisition of sciences. Memorize an abridged manual in every discipline, Pluck a fragrant flower from every garden. Every lesson that you place before your eyes, Do not pass over it until you fully understand it. Knowledge has diverse paths, Do not go beyond the limit of necessity. Life is short, while grace and learning are abundant; Acquire that which is indispensable to you. In the path of love, by the scale of acceptance, Proper etiquette is improper, and excessive erudition is superfluous. Do not step except at the door of a master, Who offers freedom from the impurities of the world. Whose reputation and presence are both good, And whose presence is even better than his reputation. His speech becomes the source of perception, Your nature becomes pure through his companionship. Not a foolish one who is labeled a jurist (faqih), Whose reputation and presence are both detestable. One's soul learns from him a desire for status, One's nature acquires from him corrupt habits. And if you turn your head toward calligraphy (khatt), You must follow the moderate path. A script that is devoid of the taint of beauty, The portion of paper from it is only blackness of face. A script is best written by the pen-driver, Such that the reader may find ease in it. In the delicate hand, a beautifully written script The pen is a wondrous key to sustenance. But do not suffer as much as the pen (wearing down), Such that you have no skill other than calligraphy. I speak not of the word of poetry and its art, For may the tongue be silent from its discourse. Even if it becomes an ocean, do not wet your lips with it, And even if it becomes a mine, do not seek a pearl from it. It empties the purse of every skilled person, It draws the needle of blindness across the eye of every visionary. Do not make this geometry the mark of your heart, Do not allow this temptation into your mind. The heart, which is the special sanctuary of God, It is a pity for it to become a place of temptation. In youth, choose the path of devotion, Take the path of manliness and chivalry. The path that must be traversed in youth, If you leave it to old age, you will suffer pain. There is no work for you but looking backward, When you arrive at the stage of old age. Walk in the path of serving the dervishes, Seek the kohl of insight from their threshold. When fortune brings you to someone, Who frees you from yourself for a moment, Cling to his robe and pull toward him, Withdraw your robe from the companionship of every pleasant and unpleasant person. Otherwise, remain in the garb of solitude, Be a dweller in the cottage of loneliness. Pack your bags for that cottage out of fear of God, Sit in security from the fear of both worlds. Close the door upon people in speaking and listening, Become your own speaker and your own listener.

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