1Cademy - (۱) حکایت آن مرد که در بادیه تجرید می‬کرد / (1) The Tale of the Man Who Practiced Detachment in the Desert

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Elahi Nameh

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(۱) حکایت آن مرد که در بادیه تجرید می‬کرد / (1) The Tale of the Man Who Practiced Detachment in the Desert

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بزرگی بود از اصحاب توحید
که شد در بادیه عمری بتجرید

نه با خود دلو و ابریق و رسن داشت
نه آب و زاد ره با خویشتن داشت

بآخر در ره آمد چون غریبان
نهاده پارهٔ نان در گریبان

گهی بوئیدی آن نان گه گرفتی
گهی چون عاجزان لختی بخفتی

یکی گفتش که چون بودت چنین زیست
چنین بیچاره چون گشتی سبب چیست

ببوی پارهٔ نان هر زمان تو
چنین چون گشتی آخر آنچنان تو

چنین گفت او کزان شیوه بدردم
کفارت می کنم آنرا که کردم

که چون تجرید من پندار بودست
غرور و غفلتم بسیار بودست

ز من آن جمله دعوی بود دعوی
کنون چون ذرهٔ در تافت معنی

مرا داد از غرور خویش توبه
کنون هر ساعت افزون بیش توبه

برون حق بچیزی زنده بودن
کجا باشد دلیل بنده بودن

به چیزی دون حق گر زنده باشی
بقطع آن چیز را تو بنده باشی

بموئی گر ترا پیوند باشد
هنوزت قدر موئی بند باشد

تو می باید که کل برخیزی از پیش
بهر دم می در افزائی تو در خویش

چو می دانی که ناکامست مرگت
چرا نبود بمرگ خویش برگت

نهٔ سر سبزتر از برگ، برخیز
بلرز وزرد شو وزهم فرو ریز

بدین در گر بخواهی اوفتادن
سرافرازیت ازین خواهد گشادن

بدین در گر بیفتی چون خرابی
چنان خیزی که گردی آفتابی

English translation

There was a great man among the companions of Unity, Who spent a lifetime in detachment in the wilderness. He carried no bucket, ewer, or rope with him, Nor did he have water or provisions for the journey. At last, he appeared on the road like a stranger, With a morsel of bread tucked into his cloak. Sometimes he would smell that bread, sometimes he would hold it; Sometimes, like the helpless, he would sleep for a while. Someone said to him: 'How was your life like this? How did you become so wretched? What is the cause? Obsessed with the scent of a morsel of bread at every moment— How did you finally become like this after being like that?' He replied: 'I am in pain because of that path; I am doing penance for what I have done. For my detachment was but an illusion, And my pride and negligence were vast. All of that was mere pretension from me, mere pretension; Now that an atom of meaning has shone forth, It has granted me repentance for my own pride; Now, every hour, my repentance grows more and more. To be sustained by anything outside of God— How can that be proof of being a servant? If you are kept alive by something other than God, You are surely a servant to that thing. If you have an attachment even as thin as a hair, You are still bound by the measure of a hair. You must entirely vanish from before yourself; At every breath, you must decrease within yourself. Since you know that your death is inevitable, Why do you not have provisions for your own death? You are no greener than a leaf; arise, Tremble, turn yellow, and fall apart. If you wish to fall at this door, Your exaltation will spring from this. If you fall at this door like a ruin, You will rise in such a way that you become a sun.'

Updated 2026-07-03

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