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بخش ۷۹ - عقد بیست و چهارم در حریت که طوق بندگی حق را گردن نهادن است و ربقه بندگی خلق از گردن گشادن / Section 79 - The Twenty-Fourth Knot on Freedom, Which is Placing the Collar of Servitude to the Truth upon the Neck, and Untying the Yoke of Slavery to Creation from the Neck

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ای ملک زاده اقلیم وجود
پدرت خیل ملک را مسجود

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کوه در خدمت تو بسته کمر
کان پی زینت تو داده گهر

بحر هم نیز به کار تو در است
بهر تو حیله ور و حیله گر است

که دهد حقه در از صدفت
که نهد پنجه مرجان به کفت

از پی مطبخ تو جانوران
گله گله به در و دشت چران

باغ صد میوه خوش پرورده
نقل بزم تو مهیا کرده

هر چه زیر فلک بی سر و بن
هست القصه چه نوی چه کهن

همه بهر تو و تو بهر خدای
یکدم از رقده غفلت به خود آی

بازگونه مکن این وضع بدیع
که وضیعی نبود کار رفیع

نیستی باد چو صاحب هوسی
در میاویز به هر خار و خسی

نیستی آب چو آلوده دلی
در میامیز به هر لای و گلی

نیستی خاک بنه زین پستی
قدم سعی به بالادستی

گرم رو آمده چون آتش باش
هر چه پیش آید ازان سرکش باش

از خسان سرکشی آزادگی است
به خسان بستگی افتادگی است

تا به کی بنده هر خس باشی
بنده هر کس و ناکس باشی

چیست خس هر چه نه شاه ازل است
کش به هستی نه عوض نی بدل است

از همه بگسل و با او پیوند
بنه از بندگیش بر خود بند

بو که از بند غم آزاد شوی
به غم بندگیش شاد شوی

شاه فرد است مشو بیهده گرد
فرد شو بهر طلبگاری فرد

دست ز آلایش کونین بشوی
ترک آسایش کونین بگوی

پای بیرون نه ازین دیرین دیر
دل بپرداز ز آویزش غیر

بنده ای شو ز دو کون آزاده
لوحی از نقش تعلق ساده

گر برآرد ز زمین باد دمار
ننشیند به ضمیر تو غبار

ور ز موجت گذرد آب ز سر
نشود دامن تجرید تو تر

ور جهان شعله زند آتش وش
وقت تو گردد ازان آتش خوش

زیر این دایره زنگاری
گل بود خار و عزیزی خواری

رونق گل مطلب از خارش
مشو از بهر عزیزی خوارش

آن زمان خلعت عزت یابی
که رخ از عزت او برتابی

English translation

O prince of the realm of existence! Your father was the one whom the host of angels prostrated before. The canopy of your honor is the highest heaven; The throne of your footsteps is the sphere of the earth. 'And We have honored the children of Adam' is the crown upon your head; 'And We carried them' is your traveling steed. The mountain has girded its waist in your service; The mine has given gems for your adornment. The sea is also engaged in your affairs; For you, it is resourceful and full of stratagems. So that it may give you a casket of pearls from its shell, And place a hand of coral into your palm. For the sake of your kitchen, animals Graze herd by herd in valleys and plains. The garden has nurtured a hundred sweet fruits, Preparing delicacies for your banquet. Everything beneath the boundless sky— In short, whether new or old— All is for you, and you are for God; Awaken for a single moment from the slumber of negligence! Do not invert this wondrous order, For it is not the role of the sublime to act lowly. You are not the wind, so do not, like a lustful one, Cling to every thorn and straw. You are not water, so do not, like a polluted heart, Mix with every mud and clay. You are not earth; arise from this lowliness And step with effort toward loftiness. Come as a swift traveler, be like fire; Rise above whatever comes before you. Rebelling against the base is freedom; Binding oneself to the base is degradation. How long will you be a servant to every straw? A slave to anyone and everyone? What is 'straw'? Anything that is not the Eternal King, Who has no replacement nor substitute in existence. Sever ties with all and bind yourself to Him; Place the bond of His servitude upon yourself. May you be freed from the bond of sorrow, And become joyous through the sorrow of serving Him. The King is One; do not wander aimlessly. Become single-minded to seek the One. Wash your hands of the defilement of the two worlds; Abandon the comfort of the two worlds. Step out of this ancient monastery (the world); Empty your heart of attachment to other than Him. Be a servant free from the two worlds, A tablet clean of the drawings of attachment. Even if a tempest destroys the earth, No dust of grief shall settle upon your mind. And if the wave of the water passes over your head, The hem of your detachment will not become wet. And if the world flares up like fire, Your state shall become pleasant from that fire. Beneath this dome of oxidized copper, The rose is a thorn, and honor is humiliation. Do not seek the luster of the rose from its thorn; Do not make yourself wretched for the sake of its honor. You shall receive the robe of true honor Only when you turn your face away from any glory but His.

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