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(۳) حکایت آن مرد که از اویس سؤال کرد / (3) The Tale of the Man Who Questioned Uwais

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بپرسید از اویس آن پاک جانی
که می گویند سی سال آن فلانی

فرو بردست گوری خویشتن را
فرو آویخته آنجا کفن را

نشسته بر سر آن گور پیوست
ز گریه می ندارد یک زمان دست

بروز آرام و شب خوابش نماندست
بچشم اشک ریز آبش نماندست

بخوف و ترس او در روزگاری
نیفتادست هرگز ترسگاری

تو او را دیدهٔ ای پاک گوهر؟
ورا گفتا مرا آن جایگه بر

چو رفت آن جایگه او را چنان دید
ز بیم تیغ مرگش بیم جان دید

بزاری و نزاری چون خیالی
تنی لاغر بمانند هلالی

ز هر چشمش چو سیلی خون روانه
دلی پر تف زبانی چون زبانه

کفن در پیش و گوری کنده در بر
بشکل مردهٔ بنشسته بر سر

اویسش گفت ای نامحرم راز
بدین گور و کفن ماندی ز حق باز

خیال خویشتن را می پرستی
همه گور و کفن را می پرستی

ترا گور و کفن مشغول کرده
بسی سالت زحق معزول کرده

ترا سی سال بت گور و کفن بود
که در راه خدایت راه زن بود

چوآن آفت بدید آن مرد درخویش
برآمد جان ازان دل داده درویش

چو از سر حقیقت کور افتاد
بزد یک نعره ودر گور افتاد

چو مرغی بر پرید از دام هستی
بمرد و باز رست از بت پرستی

چنین کس را که زهدی بی حسابست
چو ازگور و کفن چندین حجابست

حجاب تو ز شعر افتاد آغاز
که مانی تو بدین بت از خدا باز

بسی بت بود گوناگون شکستم
کنون در پیش شعرم بت پرستم

هزاران بند چوبین برفکندم
کنون از بند زرینست بندم

بپرم گر بترک بند گیرم
وگرنه سرنگون در بند میرم

به بت چون از خدا می باز گردم
چگونه با خدا هم راز گردم

بلائی کان مرا در گردن آمد
یقین دانم که آن هم از من آمد

سخن چندین که بر تو خواند عطار
اگر بر خویش خواندی هیچ یکبار

بقدر ازچرخ هفتم درگذشتی
ز خیل قدسیان برتر گذشتی

زهی قصه که از شومی گفتار
سگی برهد، شود مردم گرفتار

دلا چون نیست منزلگاهت اینجا
نگونساریست آب وجاهت اینجا

سر از آبی و جاهی برمیاور
فرو برخون و آهی برمیاور

زبان بودی بسی اکنون چو مردان
ز سر تا پای خود را گوش گردان

بسا آفت که گویا از زبان یافت
چو صامت بود زر عزت ازان یافت

قلم را سر زدن دایم ازانست
که او را در دهانی دو زبانست

ترازو چون زبان بیرون زد از کام
بیک یک جو حسابش کرد ایام

زهر عضو تو فردا روز محشر
زبانت بند خواهد کرد داور

ازان سوسن بآزادی رسیدست
که او با ده زبان گنگی گزیدست

چوخواهی گشت همچون کوه خاموش
کفی بر لب چو دریائی مزن جوش

English translation

A pure soul asked Uwais: 'They say that for thirty years, a certain man Has dug a grave for himself And hung his shroud there. He sits constantly at the head of that grave, And does not cease from weeping for a single moment. By day he has no rest, and by night no sleep, And no water remains in his tear-shedding eye. In fear and dread, in any era, No God-fearing person has ever fallen like him. Have you seen him, O pure-natured one?' Uwais said to him: 'Take me to that place.' When he went to that place, he saw him thus: He saw his life in danger from the dread of the sword of death. In weeping and weakness, like a phantom, A body as thin as a crescent moon. From each of his eyes a flood of blood flowed, A heart full of heat, a tongue like a flame. His shroud before him, and a dug grave by his side, Sitting at its head in the form of a dead person. Uwais said to him: 'O you who are uninitiated into the secret! By this grave and shroud, you have remained held back from God. You are worshipping your own imagination; You are worshipping only the grave and the shroud. The grave and shroud have kept you occupied, And for many years have dismissed you from God. For thirty years, your idol was the grave and shroud, Which was a highway robber on your path to God.' When that man perceived that calamity within himself, The soul departed from that devoted dervish. As he fell blind to the secret of reality, He uttered a cry and fell into the grave. Like a bird, he flew out of the trap of existence; He died and was delivered from idol worship. If such a person, whose asceticism is beyond measure, Has such a veil from the grave and shroud, Then your veil began with poetry, So that you remain held back from God by this idol. 'I broke many diverse idols, And now before my poetry, I am an idol-worshipper. I cast off thousands of wooden bonds, And now my bond is of gold. I shall fly if I abandon the bond, Otherwise, I shall die headlong in my bonds. When I turn away from God to an idol, How can I become a confidant of God? The calamity that came upon my neck, I know for certain that it also came from me.' All these words that Attar recited to you, If he had read them to himself even once, In stature, he would have transcended the seventh heaven, And passed beyond the host of holy angels. What a tale, that from the misfortune of speech, A dog is saved, but a human becomes captive! O heart, since this is not your dwelling place, Your honor and status here are but a downward plunge. Do not raise your head for honor and status, Rather, sink into blood and sighing. You were all tongue for long; now, like brave men, Turn yourself from head to foot into an ear. Many a disaster did the speaker find from the tongue; Because the silent one was silent, gold found its honor from that. The pen's head is always cut off Because it has two tongues in one mouth. When the scale put its tongue out of its mouth, Time calculated its account grain by grain. From every limb of yours tomorrow on the Day of Resurrection, The Judge will bind your tongue. The lily attained freedom Because, with ten tongues, it chose muteness. If you wish to become silent like a mountain, Do not boil with foam on your lips like the sea.

Updated 2026-07-03

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