1Cademy - (۸) حکایت ابرهیم ادهم در بادیه / (8) The Tale of Ibrahim Adham in the Desert

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Elahi Nameh

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(۸) حکایت ابرهیم ادهم در بادیه / (8) The Tale of Ibrahim Adham in the Desert

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چنین گفته ست ابرهیم ادهم
که می رفتم بحج دلشاد و خرم

چو چشم من بذات العرق افتاد
مرقع پوش دیدم مرده هفتاد

همه ازگوش و بینی خون گشاده
میان رنج و خواری جان بداده

چو لختی گرد ایشان در دویدم
یکی را نیم مرده زنده دیدم

برفته جان و پیوندش بمانده
شده عمر و دمی چندش بمانده

شدم آهسته پیش او خبرجوی
که حالت چیست آخر حال برگوی

زبان بگشاد وگفتا ای براهیم
بترس از دوستی کز تیغ تعظیم

بزاری جان ما راکشت بی باک
بسان کافران روم در خاک

غزای او همه با حاجیانست
که با او جان اینها در میانست

بدان شیخا که ما بودیم هفتاد
که ما را سوی کعبه عزم افتاد

همه پیش از سفر با هم نشسته
بخاموشی گزیدن عهد بسته

دگر گفتیم یک ساعت درین راه
نیندیشیم چیزی جز که الله

بغیری ننگریم و جمع باشیم
چو پروانه غریق شمع باشیم

چو روی اندر بیابان در نهادیم
بذات العرق با خضر اوفتادیم

سلامی کرد خضر پاک ما را
جوابی گشت ازما آشکارا

چو ما از خضر استقبال دیدیم
ازین نیکو سفر اقبال دیدیم

بجان ما چون این خاطر درآمد
ز پس در هاتفی آخر درآمد

که هان ای کژ روان بی خور و خواب
همه هم مدعی هم جمله کذاب

شما را نیست عهد و قول مقبول
که غیر ما شما را کرد مشغول

چو از میثاق ما یک ذره گشتید
ز بد عهدی بغیری غره گشتید

شما را تا نریزم خون به زاری
نخواهد بود روی صلح و یاری

کنون این جمله را خون ریخت بر خاک
نمی دارد ز خون عاشقان باک

ازو پرسید ابرهیم ادهم
که تو از مرگ چون ماندی مسلم

چنین گفت او که می گفتند خامی
نبینی تیغ ما چون ناتمامی

چو پخته گردی ای بی روی بی راه
به ایشان در رسانیمت هم آنگاه

بگفت این و برآمد جان او نیز
نشان گم گشت چون ایشان ازو نیز

چه وزن آرد در این ره خون مردان
که اینجا آسیا از خونست گردان

گروهی در ره او دیده بازند
گروهی جان محنت دیده بازند

چو تو نه دیده در بازی و نه جان
که باشی تو؟ نه این باشی و نه آن

English translation

Thus has Ibrahim Adham said, That I was going on Hajj, joyful and happy. When my eyes fell upon Dhat al-Irq, I saw seventy dead dervishes in patched cloaks. Blood had flowed from all their ears and noses, They had given up their souls amidst suffering and affliction. When I ran around them for a little while, I saw one half-dead but still alive. His soul had departed but his ties remained, His life was gone and only a few breaths remained. I slowly went to him seeking news, Saying, 'What is your condition? Tell me your state at last.' He loosened his tongue and said, 'O Ibrahim, Fear a friendship that, with the sword of reverence, Slew our souls miserably and without hesitation, Like the infidels of Rome in the dust. His war is entirely against the pilgrims, Because the souls of these are at stake with Him. Know, O Sheikh, that we were seventy men, Who had resolved to journey toward the Kaaba. Before the journey, we all sat together, And made a pact to choose silence. Furthermore, we said that for one hour on this path, We would not think of anything but Allah. We would not look at anyone else and would be focused, Like the moth, we would be drowned in the candle. When we set our faces towards the desert, At Dhat al-Irq we encountered Khidr. The pure Khidr greeted us, And an answer from us became manifest. When we saw Khidr's welcome, We saw good fortune from this excellent journey. As this thought entered our souls, From behind, a voice from the unseen finally proclaimed: 'Beware, O you crooked travelers without food or sleep! You are all pretenders, all liars. Your pact and word are not acceptable, For someone other than Us has occupied you. Since you turned away from Our covenant even by an atom, Through breaking your promise, you were deluded by another. Until I spill your blood in misery, There will be no prospect of peace and friendship.' Now He has spilled the blood of all these upon the dust, He has no fear of the blood of lovers.' Ibrahim Adham asked him, 'How did you remain safe from death?' He spoke thus, that they were saying: 'You are raw, You will not see our sword since you are incomplete. When you become mature, O faceless and wayward one, We will join you to them at that very moment.' He said this, and his soul departed as well, His trace was lost just like theirs. What weight does the blood of men have on this path? For here, the millstone is turned by blood. One group on His path loses their eyes, Another group loses their afflicted souls. Since you risk neither your eyes nor your soul, Who are you? You are neither this nor that.

Updated 2026-07-03

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