1Cademy - (۲) حکایت نمرود / (2) The Tale of Nimrod

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Elahi Nameh

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(۲) حکایت نمرود / (2) The Tale of Nimrod

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یکی کشتی شکست و هفتصد تن
درآب افتاد و باقی ماند یک زن

زنی برتختهٔ آنجا مگر ماند
بزاد القصه وز وی یک پسر ماند

چو بنهاد آن زن آشفته دل بار
فرو افتاد در دریا نگونسار

بر آن تخته بماند آن کودک خرد
پیاپی موجش از هر سو همی برد

خطاب آمد بباد و موج و ماهی
که این طفلیست در حفظ الهی

نگه دارید تا نرسد بلائیش
که می باید رسانیدن بجائیش

همه روحانیان گفتند الهی
چه شخصست این میان موج و ماهی

خطاب آمد کزین شوریده ایام
چو وقت آید شوید آگه بهنگام

چو آخر بر کنار بحر افتاد
بکف آورد صیادیش استاد

به شیر و مرغ و ماهی کرد دم ساز
بخون دل بپروردش باعزاز

چو بالا برکشید و راه دان شد
مگر یک روز در راهی روان شد

بره در سرمه دانی یافت یاقوت
که در خاصیتش شد عقل مبهوت

چو میلی برکشید از سرمهٔ پاک
بیک ره عرش و کرسی دید و افلاک

چو میلی نیز در چشم دگر کرد
بگنج جملهٔ عالم نظر کرد

هزاران گنج زیر خاک می دید
ز مه تا پشت ماهی پاک می دید

ملایک جمله می گفتند کای پاک
چه بنده ست این چنین شایسته ادراک

چنین آمد ز غیب الغیب آواز
که نمرودست این شخص سرافراز

زند لاف خدائی و بصد رنگ
برون آید بکین ما بصد جنگ

ببین تا چون بپروردش درین راه
چگونه خوار باز افکند ناگاه

کسی را در دو عالم هر که خواهی
وقوفی نیست بر سر الهی

بعلت چیست خود مشغول بودن
نخواهد بود جز معلول بودن

وگر در چار طبعی هیچ شک نیست
که کژ طبعی و هرگز چار یک نیست

بدین دریا درآ و سرنگون آ
هم از طبع و هم از علت برون آ

نه ازچرخ برین برتر رود روز
که او هم سرنگون آمد شب و روز

همه کار جهان از ذره تا شمس
چه می پرسی کأن لم تغن بالامس

شکست آورد گردون از مجره
سبک نکند که گردی ذره ذره

جهان را رخش گردونست در زین
که خورشیدست بر وی زین زرین

چو عالم را فنا نزدیک گردد
چو شب خورشید او تاریک گردد

نهند آن زین او دانی چگونه
برین مرکب ز مغرب باژگونه

ازان بر عکس گردانند خورشید
که این زین می نگردانند جاوید

برآر از جان پر خون آه دلسوز
که نه از شب خبرداری نه از روز

شبت خوش باد وزین شب خوش چه سودت
که روز روشنی هرگز نبودت

اگرخواهی که باشی روز و شب شاد
مکن تاتو توئی زین روز و شب یاد

ولی تا تو توئی در خویش مانده
نخواهی بود جز دل ریش مانده

تو می باید که بیخود گردی از شور
شوی پاک از خود و از کار خود کور

که تا تو خویش را بر کار بینی
اگردر خرقهٔ زنار بینی

English translation

A ship broke apart and seven hundred people Fell into the water, and one woman remained. A woman happened to remain there on a plank; In short, she gave birth, and from her a son remained. When that distressed woman gave birth, She fell headlong into the sea. That little child remained on that plank, Wave after wave carrying him from every side. An address came to the wind, wave, and fish: "This is a child under divine protection; Protect him so that no calamity reaches him, For he must be delivered to a certain place." All the spiritual beings said, "O God! Who is this person amid the wave and fish?" An address came: "From these turbulent times, When the time comes, you shall be informed in due course." When he finally fell upon the shore of the sea, A master fisherman found him. He nourished him with milk, fowl, and fish, He raised him with heart's blood and honor. When he grew up and became familiar with the way, One day he happened to be walking on a path. On the path, he found a ruby collyrium container, The properties of which astounded the intellect. When he drew a stylus of the pure collyrium [across his eye], At once he saw the Throne, the Pedestal, and the heavens. When he also applied the stylus to the other eye, He beheld the treasure of the entire world. He saw thousands of treasures beneath the earth, He saw clearly from the moon to the back of the fish. All the angels said, "O Pure One! What servant is this, so worthy of perception?" Such a voice came from the invisible of invisibles: "This proud person is Nimrod. He will boast of divinity, and in a hundred ways, He will come forth in enmity against Us in a hundred battles. See how He raised him on this path, And how He suddenly casts him down in disgrace!" Whoever you might wish in the two worlds, Has no awareness of the divine secret. Why occupy oneself with the cause? It will be nothing but being the effect. And if you are in the four humors, there is no doubt That you are ill-natured and never a quarter of one. Enter this sea and come headlong, Come out of both temperament and cause. Does the day not go higher than this supreme sphere? For it too came headlong, night and day. All the affairs of the world, from a mote to the sun, Why do you ask? "As if they had not flourished yesterday." The sphere brought defeat from the Milky Way, Do not take it lightly, lest you become mote by mote. The world has the steed of the sphere saddled, Whose golden saddle is the sun upon it. When the annihilation of the world draws near, Its sun will become dark like the night. Do you know how they will place that saddle of his Upon this mount from the west, upside down? They will turn the sun backwards for this reason: Because they will not turn this saddle forever. Bring forth a heart-burning sigh from your blood-filled soul, For you have no knowledge of either night or day. May your night be pleasant, but what good is this pleasant night to you, Since you never had a bright day? If you want to be happy day and night, As long as you are you, do not remember this day and night. But as long as you are you, remaining in yourself, You will be nothing but left with a wounded heart. You must become selfless from the passion, Become pure of yourself, and blind to your own deeds. For as long as you see yourself at work, Even if you are in a cloak, you will see a zunnar.

Updated 2026-07-03

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