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دفتر اول - بخش ۹۷ - داستان پیر چنگی کی در عهد عمر رضی الله عنه از بهر خدا روز بی‌نوایی چنگ زد میان گورستان / Book One - Section 97 - The Tale of the Old Harpist Who in the Time of Umar, May God Be Pleased With Him, Played His Harp for God's Sake in the Graveyard on a Day of Destitution

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آن شنیدستی که در عهد عمر
بود چنگی مطربی با کر و فر

بلبل از آواز او بی خود شدی
یک طرب ز آواز خوبش صد شدی

مجلس و مجمع دمش آراستی
وز نوای او قیامت خاستی

همچو اسرافیل کآوازش بفن
مردگان را جان در آرد در بدن

یا رسیلی بود اسرافیل را
کز سماعش پر برستی فیل را

سازد اسرافیل روزی ناله را
جان دهد پوسیدهٔ صدساله را

انبیا را در درون هم نغمه هاست
طالبان را زان حیات بی بهاست

نشنود آن نغمه ها را گوش حس
کز ستمها گوش حس باشد نجس

نشنود نغمهٔ پری را آدمی
کو بود ز اسرار پریان اعجمی

گرچه هم نغمهٔ پری زین عالمست
نغمهٔ دل برتر از هر دو دمست

که پری و آدمی زندانیند
هر دو در زندان این نادانیند

معشر الجن سورهٔ رحمان بخوان
تستطیعوا تنفذوا را باز دان

نغمه های اندرون اولیا
اولا گوید که ای اجزای لا

هین ز لای نفی سرها بر زنید
این خیال و وهم یکسو افکنید

ای همه پوسیده در کون و فساد
جان باقیتان نرویید و نزاد

گر بگویم شمه ای زان نغمه ها
جانها سر بر زنند از دخمه ها

گوش را نزدیک کن، کان دور نیست
لیک نقل آن به تو دستور نیست

هین که اسرافیل وقتند اولیا
مرده را زیشان حیاتست و نما

جان هر یک مرده ای از گور تن
برجهد ز آوازشان اندر کفن

گوید این آواز ز آواها جداست
زنده کردن کار آواز خداست

ما بمردیم و بکلی کاستیم
بانگ حق آمد همه بر خاستیم

بانگ حق اندر حجاب و بی حجاب
آن دهد کو داد مریم را ز جیب

ای فناتان نیست کرده زیر پوست
باز گردید از عدم ز آواز دوست

مطلق آن آواز خود از شه بود
گرچه از حلقوم عبدالله بود

گفته او را من زبان و چشم تو
من حواس و من رضا و خشم تو

رو که بی یسمع و بی یبصر توی
سر توی چه جای صاحب سر توی

چون شدی من کان لله از وله
من ترا باشم که کان الله له

گه توی گویم ترا گاهی منم
هر چه گویم آفتاب روشنم

هر کجا تابم ز مشکات دمی
حل شد آنجا مشکلات عالمی

ظلمتی را کآفتابش بر نداشت
از دم ما گردد آن ظلمت چو چاشت

آدمی را او بخویش اسما نمود
دیگران را ز آدم اسما می گشود

خواه ز آدم گیر نورش خواه ازو
خواه از خم گیر می خواه از کدو

کین کدو با خنب پیوستست سخت
نی چو تو شاد آن کدوی نیکبخت

گفت طوبی من رآنی مصطفی
والذی یبصر لمن وجهی رای

چون چراغی نور شمعی را کشید
هر که دید آن را یقین آن شمع دید

همچنین تا صد چراغ ار نقل شد
دیدن آخر لقای اصل شد

خواه از نور پسین بستان تو آن
هیچ فرقی نیست خواه از شمع جان

خواه بین نور از چراغ آخرین
خواه بین نورش ز شمع غابرین

English translation

Have you heard that in the time of Umar there was a harp-playing minstrel, with reputation and splendor?

The nightingale would become beside itself at his voice; from his beautiful voice, one delight became a hundred.

His breath adorned gatherings and assemblies, and from his melody a resurrection would arise.

Like Israfil, whose voice, by its art, brings the dead person's soul into the body.

He had been Israfil's companion and asker, for from his audition even an elephant would sprout wings.

One day Israfil will shape the lament and give life to a corpse rotted for a hundred years.

Within the prophets too there are melodies; from them seekers have priceless life.

The sensory ear does not hear those melodies, for by injustices the sensory ear is polluted.

A human does not hear the fairy's melody, for he is foreign to the fairies' secrets.

Although the fairy's melody too belongs to this world, the melody of the heart is higher than both breaths.

For fairy and human are prisoners; both are imprisoned in this ignorance.

Read, "O company of jinn," in Sura al-Rahman; know again "you cannot pass beyond."

The inner melodies of the saints first say, "O parts of la,

come, raise your heads from the la of negation; cast imagination and illusion aside.

O all you who have decayed in generation and corruption, your enduring soul has not grown or been born.

If I were to tell a trace of those melodies, souls would raise their heads from the tombs.

Bring the ear near, for that is not far; but I am not permitted to transmit it to you.

Come, for the saints are the Israfil of the age; from them the dead receive life and growth.

The soul of each dead one, from the grave of the body, springs up at their voice, still in its shroud,

saying, "This voice is separate from other voices; giving life is the work of God's voice.

We died and were wholly diminished; the call of the Real came, and we all rose.

The call of the Real, veiled and unveiled, gives what He gave Mary from His bosom.

O you whom annihilation has made nothing beneath the skin, return from nonexistence at the voice of the Friend."

In the absolute sense, that voice is from the King himself, although it is from the throat of Abdullah.

He said to him: "I am your tongue and eye; I am your senses, your contentment and your wrath.

Go, for through Me you hear and through Me you see; you are the secret itself, let alone the possessor of the secret.

When, from bewildered love, you became 'one who is for God,' I became yours, for 'God is for him.'

Sometimes I call you 'you,' sometimes 'I'; whatever I say, I am the shining sun.

Wherever I shine for a moment from the niche, the difficulties of a world are solved there.

A darkness that the sun did not remove becomes, through our breath, like morning.

To Adam He showed the Names through Himself; to others He disclosed the Names through Adam.

Take His light either from Adam or from Him; take wine either from the vat or from the gourd.

For this gourd is tightly joined to the vat; unlike you, that blessed gourd is joyful.

Mustafa said, "Blessed is the one who has seen me; and the one who sees whoever has seen my face."

When a lamp has taken the light of a candle, whoever sees that lamp has certainly seen that candle.

Likewise, even if it is passed on through a hundred lamps, seeing the last is meeting the original.

Take it, if you wish, from the later light; there is no difference, or take it from the soul's candle.

See the light, if you wish, from the last lamp; or see its light from the candles of those gone before.

Updated 2026-06-28

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دفتر اول - بخش ۱۰۳ - بقیهٔ قصهٔ پیر چنگی و بیان مخلص آن / Book One - Section 103 - The Rest of the Tale of the Old Harpist and the Explanation of His Deliverance

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