Learn Before
Poem

(۷) حکایت آن درویش که آرزوی طوفان کرد / (7) The Tale of the Dervish Who Wished for a Storm

Original content

یکی پرسید ازان گستاخ درگاه
که هان چیست آرزوی تو درین راه

چنین گفت او که طوفانیم باید
که خلق این جهان را در رباید

نماند از وجود خلق آثار
شود فانی دیار و دیر و دیار

که تا این خلق در پندار مشغول
شوند از بدعت و از شرک معزول

که چون پروای حق یک دم ندارند
همان بهتر که این عالم ندارند

بدو گفتند اگر طوفان درآید
جهان بر خلق سرگردان سرآید

اگر فانی شوند اهل زمانه
تو هم فانی شوی اندر میانه

چنین گفت او که طوفان سود ماراست
هلاک خویش اول بایدم خواست

که این طوفان اگر گردد درستم
هلاک خویشتن باید نخستم

بدو گفتند رو رو حیلهٔ ساز
تن خود را بدریائی درانداز

که تا از هستی خود رسته گردی
مگر با آرزو پیوسته گردی

چنین گفت او که بس روشن بود آن
که هرچ از من بود چون من بود آن

هلاک خود بخود کردن نه نیکوست
مگر عزم هلاک من کند دوست

ز معشوق آنچه آید لایق آید
که تاوانست هرچ از عاشق آید

اگر معشوق بفروشد وگر نه
ازو زیباست از هر کس دگر نه

اگر بفروشدت صد بار دلدار
تو هردم بیشی از جانش خریدار

English translation

Someone asked that bold one of the threshold, "Behold, what is your desire on this path?" He thus spoke, "I need a storm, That will sweep away the people of this world, So no traces of the existence of people remain, Let city, monastery, and dwelling perish, So that this people, occupied with illusion, May be dismissed from heresy and polytheism. Since they do not care for the Truth for a single moment, It is better that they do not possess this world." They told him, "If a storm comes, The world will come to an end for the bewildered people. If the people of the age perish, You too will perish in their midst." He thus spoke, "The storm is to our benefit; I must desire my own destruction first. For if this storm is made certain for me, My own destruction is needed first." They said to him, "Go, go, devise a trick, Throw your own body into a sea, So that you may be liberated from your own existence, And perhaps be joined with your desire." He thus spoke, "It is quite clear, That whatever is from me, is like me. To destroy oneself by oneself is not good, Unless the Friend resolves to destroy me. Whatever comes from the Beloved is worthy, For whatever comes from the lover is a penalty. Whether the Beloved sells me or not, It is beautiful from Him, not from anyone else. If the Beloved sells you a hundred times, You are every moment more a buyer with your soul."

0

1

Updated 2026-07-03

Contributors are:

Who are from:

References


Tags

Humanities

Literature

Persian Literature Prerequisite Course

Related