1Cademy - بخش ۴۳ - عقد دوازدهم در سر فقر که برقع سواد الوجه فی الدارین بیاض چهره هستی خود نهفتن است فی مرتبتی العلم و العین / Section 43 - The Twelfth Knot: On the Secret of Spiritual Poverty (Faqr), which is that the Veil of Blackness of the Face in Both Worlds Conceals the Whiteness of the Face of Ones Own Existence in the Two Stations of Knowledge and Essence

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بخش ۴۳ - عقد دوازدهم در سر فقر که برقع سواد الوجه فی الدارین بیاض چهره هستی خود نهفتن است فی مرتبتی العلم و العین / Section 43 - The Twelfth Knot: On the Secret of Spiritual Poverty (Faqr), which is that the Veil of 'Blackness of the Face in Both Worlds' Conceals the Whiteness of the Face of One's Own Existence in the Two Stations of Knowledge and Essence

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ای گرانمایه ترین گوهر پاک
وی سبک سایه ترین پیکر خاک

پیکر خاک طلسم است و تو گنج
گنجی از بحر ازل گوهر سنج

هست گنج تو ز هر گنج فره
گوهر فقر در او از همه به

این گهر را چو شوی قدرشناس
برهی ز آفت امید و هراس

خرقه کز وی نه دلت خشنود است
چشمه چشمه ز ره داوود است

باشد از ناوک هستیت پناه
داردت از خلش عجب نگاه

چون بر آن خرقه زنی بخیه مدار
چشم بر رشته کس سوزن وار

در غزاهات که با نفس ردیست
خود فرقت کله ترک خودیست

می زند بر محک آگهیت
گوه زرد زر ده دهیت

بس بود وجه تو این زردی روی
سرخرویی ز زر خواجه جوی

خشک نانی که شب از دریوزه
به کف آری که گشایی روزه

چربد از مایده کرده خمیر
بر سر خوان شه از شکر و سیر

پات بی کفش ز فقر است و فنا
کفش گویی زده بر فرق غنا

بهر کفش از چه کشی منت کس
کفش تو جلد قدم های تو بس

از شکاف ار قدمت مضطرب است
صد در فتحش از آن در عقب است

وی ژولیده گرد آلودت
خوش کمندیست سوی مقصودت

شب دی خانه تو گلخن گرم
مهد سنجاب تو خاکستر نرم

روز سرمات به بالای عبا
پرتو خور شده زربفت قبا

لب تو شرح تعطش گویان
شربت از جام سقاهم جویان

بر تنت پوست ز کم خواری خشک
نفست عطر ده از نافه مشک

چون بنفشه قد خود ساخته خم
گر سر افکنده نشینی و دژم

به که افتی چو گل از خنده به پشت
غافل از سرزنش خار درشت

دست خالی ز درم یا دینار
گر سرافراز شوی همچو چنار

به که با خار و خس آیی همسر
مشت چون غنچه پر از خرده زر

شب آسایشت از کلک حصیر
گر بود صفحه تن نقش پذیر

دان ز دیبای منقش بهتر
کت بود در ته پهلو بستر

کهنه ابریق سفالیت به دست
دسته و نایژه اش دیده شکست

در قیامت به ترازوی حساب
چربد از مشربه های زر ناب

از غم بی زریت چهره چو زر
سرخرویی دهدت در محشر

بس بود بسته به خدمت کمرت
گو مرس دست به همیان زرت

عقد همیان به کمرگاه لئیم
اژدهاییست درون پر زر و سیم

چون تو بر دیده نهی دیناری
پیش مقصود شود دیواری

هر چه محجوب پس دیوار است
دیده را دیدن او دشوار است

تا ز مقصود شوی برخوردار
بکن از پیش نظر این دیوار

پرده بر چشم جهان بین مپسند
هر چه پرده ست ازان دیده ببند

حیف باشد که بود از تو نهان
آن که پر باشد ازو جمله جهان

هر چه رویت به سوی خود کرده ست
گر همه جان تو باشد پرده ست

کسب اسباب بود پرده گری
شیوه فقر و فنا پرده دری

مردیی کن همه را یکسو نه
ور نه در فقر و فنا زن ز تو به

English translation

O most precious pure gem, O most light-shadowed earthly body!

The earthly body is a talisman and you are the treasure, A treasure from the ocean of eternity, weighing pearls.

Your treasure is more magnificent than any treasure, The pearl of poverty within it is the best of all.

When you appreciate the value of this pearl, You will escape the calamity of hope and fear.

The dervish cloak, with which your heart is not content, Is pierced with holes like chainmail from the way of David.

It is a shield against the arrow of your existence, And keeps you safe from the prick of vanity.

When you sew a patch on that cloak, Do not keep your eye on anyone's thread like a needle.

In your battles against the wicked self, The helmet of your poverty is the cap of self-abandonment.

The yellow of your pale face strikes against the touchstone of your awareness, Like the pure gold of ten-out-of-ten purity.

This paleness of your face is sufficient capital for you; Leave seeking a rosy face to the master's gold.

The dry bread that you obtain at night by begging To break your fast,

Is richer than the kneaded feast Of sugar and garlic at the king's table.

Your barefootedness from poverty and annihilation Is as if you have struck a shoe upon the head of wealth.

Why would you bear anyone's favor for shoes? The skin of your feet is shoe enough for you.

If your foot is distressed by cracks, A hundred doors of victory lie right behind that door.

O you disheveled, dust-covered one, Your dust is a fine lasso toward your goal.

On winter nights, your home is a warm bath-stove, Your bed of squirrel-fur is the soft ashes.

On cold days, over your cloak, The sunbeam becomes a robe of gold brocade.

Your lips speak of extreme thirst, While seeking drink from the cup of 'And their Lord gave them to drink'.

The skin on your body is dry from eating little, But your breath diffuses the perfume of musk.

If you sit head-bowed and sorrowful, Having bent your stature like a violet,

It is better than falling on your back laughing like a rose, Heedless of the harsh thorn's rebuke.

If you are empty-handed of dirham or dinar, Yet rise high and proud like a plane tree,

It is better than being equal to weeds and thorns, With your fist full of gold flakes like a closed rosebud.

If at night your resting place of reed-mats Leaves its imprints upon the page of your body,

Know that it is better than the patterned silk That you might have as a bed beneath your side.

An old clay ewer in your hand, Whose handle and spout have suffered breaks,

On the Day of Resurrection, in the scales of reckoning, Will outweigh vessels of pure gold.

Your face, turned yellow like gold from the grief of having no money, Will grant you a bright, honored face at the Gathering.

It is enough that your waist is girded in service; Let your hand never reach your purse of gold.

The knot of the purse on the waist of a miser Is a dragon filled with gold and silver within.

When you place a dinar over your eye, It becomes a wall before your ultimate Goal.

Whatever is veiled behind a wall, Is difficult for the eye to behold.

So that you may enjoy the Ultimate Goal, Tear down this wall from before your sight.

Do not allow a veil upon your world-seeing eye; Close your eyes to whatever acts as a veil.

It is a pity if He remains hidden from you, He who fills the entire universe.

Whatever turns your face toward yourself, Even if it be your very soul, is a veil.

Acquiring worldly means is veil-making; The way of poverty and annihilation is veil-tearing.

Show some courage, cast them all aside, Otherwise, in the path of poverty and annihilation, a woman is better than you!

Updated 2026-07-19

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