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دفتر دوم - بخش ۱۰۱ - کرامات آن درویش کی در کشتی متهمش کردند / Book Two, Section 101: The miracles of that dervish whom they accused on the ship

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بود درویشی درون کشتیی
ساخته از رخت مردی پشتیی

یاوه شد همیان زر او خفته بود
جمله را جستند و او را هم نمود

کاین فقیر خفته را جوییم هم
کرد بیدارش ز غم صاحب درم

که درین کشتی حرمدان گم شده ست
جمله را جستیم نتوانی تو رست

دلق بیرون کن برهنه شو ز دلق
تا ز تو فارغ شود اوهام خلق

گفت یا رب مر غلامت را خسان
متهم کردند فرمان در رسان

چون به درد آمد دل درویش از آن
سر برون کردند هر سو در زمان

صد هزاران ماهی از دریای ژرف
در دهان هر یکی دری شگرف

صد هزاران ماهی از دریای پر
در دهان هر یکی در و چه در

هر یکی دری خراج ملکتی
کز الهست این ندارد شرکتی

در چند انداخت در کشتی و جست
مر هوا را ساخت کرسی و نشست

خوش مربع چون شهان بر تخت خویش
او فراز اوج و کشتی اش به پیش

گفت رو کشتی شما را حق مرا
تا نباشد با شما دزد گدا

تا که را باشد خسارت زین فراق ؟!
من خوشم جفت حق و با خلق طاق

نه مرا او تهمت دزدی نهد
نه مهارم را به غمازی دهد

بانگ کردند اهل کشتی کای همام
از چه دادندت چنین عالی مقام ؟

گفت از تهمت نهادن بر فقیر !
وز حق آزاری پی چیزی حقیر !

حاش لله بل ز تعظیم شهان
که نبودم در فقیران بدگمان

آن فقیران لطیف خوش نفس
کز پی تعظیمشان آمد عبس

آن فقیری بهر پیچاپیچ نیست
بل پی آن که به جز حق هیچ نیست

متهم چون دارم آنها را که حق
کرد امین مخزن هفتم طبق

متهم نفس است نی عقل شریف
متهم حس است نه نور لطیف

نفس سوفسطایی آمد می زنش
کش زدن سازد نه حجت گفتنش

معجزه بیند فروزد آن زمان
بعد از آن گوید خیالی بود آن

ور حقیقت بود آن دید عجب
چون مقیم چشم نامد روز و شب

آن مقیم چشم پاکان می بود
نی قرین چشم حیوان می شود

کان عجب زین حس دارد عار و ننگ
کی بود طاووس اندر چاه تنگ ؟!

تا نگویی مر مرا بسیارگو
من ز صد یک گویم و آن همچو مو

English translation

Book Two, Section 101: The miracles of that dervish whom they accused on the ship. There was a dervish inside a ship, who had made a cushion for himself from a man's clothes. A purse of gold went missing while he was asleep; they searched everyone and searched him too. They said, Let us search this sleeping poor man as well. The owner of the money, distressed, woke him: In this ship a money-bag has gone missing; we have searched everyone, and you cannot escape. Take off your patched cloak; strip yourself bare of the cloak, so that people's suspicions may be cleared of you. He said: O Lord, base men have accused Your servant; send down Your command. When the dervish's heart was torn by that pain, heads appeared on every side at once: hundreds of thousands of fish from the deep sea, each with a wondrous pearl in its mouth; hundreds of thousands of fish from the full sea, each with a pearl, and what a pearl. Each pearl was the tribute of a kingdom; since this is from God, it has no partner. He threw several pearls into the ship and leapt up; he made the air his chair and sat upon it, seated squarely and at ease like kings on their throne, he above at the zenith and the ship before him. He said: Go, the ship is yours and God is mine, so that no thieving beggar may be among you. Who suffers loss from this separation? I am happy, paired with God and apart from creation. He does not lay the charge of theft on me, nor hand my bridle over to an informer. The people of the ship cried: O noble one, by what were you given such a lofty station? He said: By accusing the poor man, and by hurting one of God's own for a paltry thing? God forbid. Rather, by reverencing the kings, in that I was not suspicious of the poor: those subtle, sweet-breathed poor ones for whose honoring 'Abasa came down. That poverty is not for twists and entanglements, but so that there may be nothing except God. How could I suspect those whom God has made trustees of the treasury of the seventh vault? The nafs is suspect, not the noble intellect; sense is suspect, not the subtle light. The nafs is a sophist; strike it, for striking suits it, not arguing with it. It sees a miracle and flares up for that moment; afterward it says, That was imagination. Or it says, If that wondrous vision was real, why did it not remain resident in the eye day and night? That abiding belongs to the eyes of the pure; it does not become companion to the animal eye. For that wonder is ashamed before this sense; how could a peacock be in a narrow well? Lest you call me over-talkative, I say one out of a hundred, and that as slender as a hair.

Updated 2026-06-30

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