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دفتر دوم - بخش ۱۱ - حلوا خریدن شیخ احمد خضرویه جهت غریمان به الهام حق تعالی / Book Two - Section 11 - The Buying of Halva by Sheikh Ahmad Khazruya for the Creditors by Divine Inspiration

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بود شیخی دایما او وامدار
از جوانمردی که بود آن نامدار

ده هزاران وام کردی از مهان
خرج کردی بر فقیران جهان

هم به وام او خانقاهی ساخته
جان و مال و خانقه در باخته

وام او را حق ز هر جا می گزارد
کرد حق بهر خلیل از ریگ آرد

گفت پیغامبر که در بازارها
دو فرشته می کنند ایدر دعا

کای خدا تو منفقان را ده خلف
ای خدا تو ممسکان را ده تلف

خاصه آن منفق که جان انفاق کرد
حلق خود قربانی خلاق کرد

حلق پیش آورد اسمعیل وار
کارد بر حلقش نیارد کرد کار

پس شهیدان زنده زین رویند و خوش
تو بدان قالب بمنگر گبروش

چون خلف دادستشان جان بقا
جان ایمن از غم و رنج و شقا

شیخ وامی سالها این کار کرد
می ستد می داد همچون پای مرد

تخمها می کاشت تا روز اجل
تا بود روز اجل میر اجل

چونک عمر شیخ در آخر رسید
در وجود خود نشان مرگ دید

وام داران گرد او بنشسته جمع
شیخ بر خود خوش گدازان همچو شمع

وام داران گشته نومید و ترش
درد دلها یار شد با درد شش

شیخ گفت این بدگمانان را نگر
نیست حق را چارصد دینار زر!؟

کودکی حلوا ز بیرون بانگ زد
لاف حلوا بر امید دانگ زد

شیخ اشارت کرد خادم را به سر
که برو آن جمله حلوا را بخر

تا غریمان چونک آن حلوا خورند
یک زمانی تلخ در من ننگرند

در زمان خادم برون آمد به در
تا خرد او جمله حلوا را به زر

گفت او را کوترو حلوا به چند
گفت کودک نیم دینار و ادند

گفت نه از صوفیان افزون مجو
نیم دینارت دهم دیگر مگو

او طبق بنهاد اندر پیش شیخ
تو ببین اسرار سر اندیش شیخ

کرد اشارت با غریمان کین نوال
نک تبرک خوش خورید این را حلال

چون طبق خالی شد آن کودک ستد
گفت دینارم بده ای با خرد

شیخ گفتا از کجا آرم درم
وامدارم می روم سوی عدم

کودک از غم زد طبق را بر زمین
ناله و گریه بر آورد و حنین

می گریست از غبن کودک های های
کای مرا بشکسته بودی هر دو پای

کاشکی من گرد گلخن گشتمی
بر در این خانقه نگذشتمی

صوفیان طبل خوار لقمه جو
سگ دلان و همچو گربه روی شو

از غریو کودک آنجا خیر و شر
گرد آمد گشت بر کودک حشر

پیش شیخ آمد که ای شیخ درشت
تو یقین دان که مرا استاد کشت

گر روم من پیش او دست تهی
او مرا بکشد، اجازت می دهی؟

وان غریمان هم به انکار و جحود
رو به شیخ آورده کین باری چه بود؟

مال ما خوردی مظالم می بری
از چه بود این ظلم دیگر بر سری؟

تا نماز دیگر آن کودک گریست
شیخ دیده بست و در وی ننگریست

شیخ فارغ از جفا و از خلاف
در کشیده روی چون مه در لحاف

با ازل خوش با اجل خوش شادکام
فارغ از تشنیع و گفت خاص و عام

آنک جان در روی او خندد چو قند
از ترش رویی خلقش چه گزند؟

آنک جان بوسه دهد بر چشم او
کی خورد غم از فلک وز خشم او؟

در شب مهتاب مه را بر سماک
از سگان و وعوع ایشان چه باک؟

سگ وظیفهٔ خود بجا می آورد
مه وظیفهٔ خود به رخ می گسترد

کارک خود می گزارد هر کسی
آب نگذارد صفا بهر خسی

خس، خسانه می رود بر روی آب
آب صافی می رود بی اضطراب

مصطفی مه می شکافد نیم شب
ژاژ می خاید ز کینه بولهب

آن مسیحا مرده زنده می کند
وان جهود از خشم سبلت می کند

بانگ سگ هرگز رسد در گوش ماه؟
خاصه ماهی کو بود خاص اله؟

می خورد شه بر لب جو تا سحر
در سماع از بانگ چغزان بی خبر

هم شدی توزیع کودک دانگ چند
همت شیخ آن سخا را کرد بند

تا کسی ندهد به کودک هیچ چیز
قوت پیران ازین بیش است نیز

شد نماز دیگر آمد خادمی
یک طبق بر کف ز پیش حاتمی

صاحب مالی و حالی پیش پیر
هدیه بفرستاد کز وی بد خبیر

چارصد دینار بر گوشهٔ طبق
نیم دینار دگر اندر ورق

خادم آمد شیخ را اکرام کرد
وان طبق بنهاد پیش شیخ فرد

چون طبق را از غطا وا کرد رو
خلق دیدند آن کرامت را ازو

آه و افغان از همه برخاست زود
کای سر شیخان و شاهان این چه بود

این چه سرست این چه سلطانیست باز
ای خداوند خداوندان راز

ما ندانستیم ما را عفو کن
بس پراکنده که رفت از ما سخن

ما که کورانه عصاها می زنیم
لاجرم قندیلها را بشکنیم

ما چو کران ناشنیده یک خطاب
هرزه گویان از قیاس خود جواب

ما ز موسی پند نگرفتیم کاو
گشت از انکار خضری زردرو

با چنان چشمی که بالا می شتافت
نور چشمش آسمان را می شکافت

کرده با چشمت تعصب موسیا
از حماقت چشم موش آسیا

شیخ فرمود آن همه گفتار و قال
من بحل کردم شما را آن حلال

سر این آن بود کز حق خواستم
لاجرم بنمود راه راستم

گفت آن دینار اگر چه اندکست
لیک موقوف غریو کودکست

تا نگرید کودک حلوا فروش
بحر رحمت در نمی آید به جوش

ای برادر طفل، طفل چشم تست
کام خود موقوف زاری دان درست

گر همی خواهی که آن خلعت رسد
پس بگریان طفل دیده بر جسد

English translation

There was a Sheikh constantly in debt, Due to the generosity that made him renowned.

He would borrow tens of thousands from the great, And spend it on the poor of the world.

Also, on credit, he had built a convent (khanqah), Sacrificing his life, property, and the convent.

God would pay his debts from everywhere, As God made flour from sand for Khalil (Abraham).

The Prophet said that in the marketplaces, Two angels are praying there:

Saying, "O God, give replacement to the spenders, O God, give destruction to the misers."

Especially that spender who gave away his life, And made his throat a sacrifice to the Creator.

He offered his throat like Ishmael, But the knife could not act upon his throat.

Thus, martyrs are alive because of this and joyous, Do not look at that bodily form like an infidel.

Since He has given them the soul of everlasting life as replacement, A soul safe from sorrow, pain, and misery.

The indebted Sheikh did this work for years, He would take and give like an intermediary.

He was sowing seeds until the day of death, So that on the day of death he might be the prince of death.

When the Sheikh's life reached its end, He saw the sign of death in his being.

His creditors sat gathered around him, The Sheikh happily melting away like a candle.

The creditors became hopeless and sour-faced, The pain in their hearts joined the pain of his lungs.

The Sheikh said, "Look at these suspicious ones, Does God not have four hundred dinars of gold!?"

A child called out selling halva from outside, Boasting of his halva in hope of a penny.

The Sheikh signaled his servant with his head, To go and buy all that halva.

So that when the creditors eat that halva, For a moment they might not look bitterly at me.

Immediately the servant went out the door, To buy all the halva from him with gold.

He said to him, "Come here, how much is the halva?" The child said, "Half a dinar and a little more."

He said, "No, do not seek too much from Sufis, I will give you half a dinar, say no more."

He placed the tray before the Sheikh, Behold the mysteries of the secret-thinking Sheikh.

He signaled to the creditors, "This provision, Now, as a blessing, eat it happily; it is lawful."

When the tray became empty, that child took it, And said, "Give me my dinar, O wise one."

The Sheikh said, "From where shall I bring money? I am in debt and heading toward non-existence."

The child, in grief, threw the tray on the ground, Let out a wail, crying and weeping.

He cried bitterly out of the deception, Saying, "I wish you had broken both my legs!

I wish I had wandered around the bath-furnace, And not passed by the door of this convent!

These drum-eating, morsel-seeking Sufis, Dog-hearted and washing their faces like cats!"

From the child's outcry, good and bad people, Gathered there, forming a crowd around the child.

He came before the Sheikh saying, "O harsh Sheikh, Know for certain that my master will kill me.

If I go before him empty-handed, He will kill me; do you allow this?"

And the creditors too, in denial and rejection, Turned to the Sheikh saying, "What was this, anyway?

You consumed our wealth, you carry our grievances, What was this additional wrong upon wrong?"

The child cried until the afternoon prayer, The Sheikh closed his eyes and did not look at him.

The Sheikh, unconcerned with cruelty and opposition, Had drawn his moon-like face under the quilt.

Happy with eternity, happy with death, joyful, Free from the reproach and talk of elite and commoner.

He whose soul smiles in his face like sugar, What harm comes to him from the sour faces of people?

He whose eye is kissed by the soul, When does he worry about the heavens and their wrath?

On a moonlit night, what fear has the moon in the zenith, Of the dogs and their howling?

The dog performs its own duty, The moon spreads its own duty on its face.

Everyone carries out their own little task, Water does not abandon its purity because of a weed.

The weed goes weed-like on the surface of the water, The pure water flows without anxiety.

Mustafa (Muhammad) splits the moon at midnight, Abu Lahab chews thorns out of malice.

That Messiah brings the dead to life, And that Jew plucks his mustache in anger.

Does the dog's bark ever reach the ear of the moon? Especially a moon that belongs specially to God?

The king drinks on the riverbank until dawn, In spiritual concert, unaware of the frogs' croaking.

A few pennies might have been gathered for the child, But the Sheikh's spiritual power blocked that generosity.

So that no one would give the child anything, The power of spiritual elders is even greater than this.

The afternoon prayer time arrived, a servant came, Holding a tray in his hand from a generous Hatim.

A man of wealth and spiritual state sent a gift To the elder, of whose condition he was aware.

Four hundred dinars in the corner of the tray, And another half dinar wrapped in paper.

The servant came and honored the Sheikh, And placed that tray before the peerless Sheikh.

When the cover was removed from the tray, The people saw that miracle from him.

Sighs and cries quickly rose from everyone, Saying, "O head of Sheikhs and Kings, what was this!

What a mystery is this! What sovereignty is this again! O lord of the lords of secrets!

We did not know, forgive us, Many scattered words came from us.

We who strike our sticks blindly, Inevitably break the lamps.

We, like the deaf, not having heard a single word, Babbling answers from our own conjecture.

We did not take warning from Moses, who Became pale from denying a Khidr.

With such an eye that hurried upward, The light of his eye splitting the sky.

Oh Moses, having argued with your eye, Out of foolishness, the eye of the mill mouse."

The Sheikh said, "All those words and talk, I have forgiven you, it is lawful for you.

The secret of this was that I asked God, Inevitably He showed me the right path.

He said: Although that dinar is a small amount, But it depends on the outcry of the child.

Until the halva-selling child cries, The sea of mercy does not begin to boil.

O brother, the child is the pupil of your eye, Know for certain that your desire depends on your weeping.

If you want that robe of honor to arrive, Then make the child of your eye weep over your body."

Updated 2026-07-02

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