1Cademy - (۱۰) حکایت در اهل دوزخ / (10) The Tale of the People of Hell

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Elahi Nameh

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(۱۰) حکایت در اهل دوزخ / (10) The Tale of the People of Hell

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چنین نقلست کز آحاد امت
گروهی را کند بی بهره رحمت

خطاب آید که ایشان را هم اکنون
سوی دوزخ برید آغشته در خون

بآخر بر لب دوزخ بیکبار
ز حق خواهند مهل اندک نه بسیار

خطاب آید ز حضرت آشکارا
که کاری می نگردد دیر ما را

کنون سالی هزاری نه بعلت
بفضل این خلق را دادیم مهلت

چنین نقلست ازان قوم جگر سوز
که می گریند این مدت شب و روز

چو این سالی هزار آید بسرشان
ز حضرت مهلتی باید دگرشان

دوی دیگر ز حق مهلت ستانند
که تا بر درد خود خون می فشانند

مدام این سه هزاران سال افزون
همی گریند و می گردند در خون

که کس یک لحظه با آن قوم مسکین
نگوید کز چه می گرئید چندین

بزرگی گفت صد جان پریشان
چو جان من فدای اشک ایشان

که دردی را که آن درمان ندارد
ز حضرت جز دل ایشان ندارد

ترا تا درد بی درمان نباشد
بدرمان کردنت فرمان نباشد

همی یک دردش از صد جان ترا به
که دردش از بسی درمان ترا به

ترا گر بو عبیده هست جراح
دلت را بر جراحت نیست اصلاح

بپای انداز خود را سرنگونسار
مگر از خاک برگیرد ترا یار

اگر تو برنگیری سر ز پایش
بدست آری کمند دلربایش

English translation

It is related thus, that from among the individuals of the community, A group will be deprived of mercy. An address will come, saying, 'Take them right now Towards hell, drenched in blood.' In the end, at the edge of hell, all at once, They will ask God for a little respite, not a lot. An address will come from the Presence clearly, 'That no task is delayed for Us. Now, not for any reason, for a thousand years, By grace, We have given this people a respite.' It is related thus about that heart-burning people, That they will cry this entire period, night and day. When these thousand years come to an end for them, They will need another respite from the Presence. They will take two more [thousand years of] respite from God, So that they may shed blood over their own pain. Continuously, for these three thousand years and more, They will cry and roll in blood, For no one, for a single moment, with that wretched people, Will say, 'Why do you cry so much?' A great man said, 'A hundred distressed souls, Like my soul, be sacrificed for their tears! For the pain that has no cure, From the Presence, none but their hearts has it. Until you have an incurable pain, You will not have the command to cure it. A single pain of His is better for you than a hundred souls, For His pain is better for you than many cures. Even if Abu Ubayda is your surgeon, Your heart has no remedy for its wound. Throw yourself down headfirst at His feet, Perhaps the Friend will lift you from the dust. If you do not lift your head from His feet, You will obtain His captivating lasso.'

Updated 2026-07-03

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