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دفتر چهارم - بخش ۵۲ - قصهٔ رستن خروب در گوشهٔ مسجد اقصی و غمگین شدن سلیمان علیه‌السلام از آن چون به سخن آمد با او و خاصیت و نام خود بگفت / Book Four — Section 52 — The Story of the Carob Tree Growing in a Corner of the Aqsa Mosque and Solomon's Grief (peace be upon him) When He Spoke with It and It Told Him Its Property and Name

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پس سلیمان دید اندر گوشه اینوگیاهی رسته هم چون خوشه ای
Then Solomon saw in a corner
A new plant grown like a cluster
دید بس نادر گیاهی سبز و ترمی ربود آن سبزیش نور از بصر
He saw a most wondrous green and moist plant
Its greenness stole the very light from his sight
پس سلامش کرد در حال آن حشیشاو جوابش گفت و بشکفت از خوشیش
He greeted that herb at once
It answered him and blossomed with delight
گفت نامت چیست برگو بی دهانگفت خروب است ای شاه جهان
He said: What is your name? Speak without a mouth
It said: I am the carob, O king of the world
گفت اندر تو چه خاصیت بود ؟گفت من رستم مکان ویران شود
He said: What property do you hold?
It said: Wherever I grow, the place shall be laid waste
من که خروبم خراب منزلمهادم بنیاد این آب و گلم
I who am the carob — I bring ruin to dwellings
I am the destroyer of the foundations of this clay and water
پس سلیمان آن زمان دانست زودکه اجل آمد سفر خواهد نمود
Then Solomon at that moment swiftly knew
That death had come; he would depart on a journey
گفت تا من هستم این مسجد یقیندر خلل ناید ز آفات زمین
He said: As long as I remain, this mosque certainly
Shall not be harmed by the afflictions of the earth
تا که من باشم وجود من بودمسجداقصی مخلخل کی شود
As long as I exist, while my being endures
How could the Aqsa Mosque be shaken?
پس که هدم مسجد ما بی گماننبود الا بعد مرگ ما بدان
Know then that the destruction of our mosque beyond doubt
Shall come only after our death
مسجدست آن دل که جسمش ساجدستیار بد خروب هر جا مسجدست
That heart is the mosque whose body prostrates in worship
The bad companion is the carob wherever there is a mosque
یار بد چون رست در تو مهر اوهین ازو بگریز و کم کن گفت وگو
When the bad companion has grown in you and his love takes root —
Beware, flee from him and reduce your speech with him
برکن از بیخش که گر سر بر زندمر ترا و مسجدت را بر کند
Uproot him to the root, for if he raises his head
He will uproot both you and your mosque
عاشقا خروب تو آمد کژیهم چو طفلان سوی کژ چون می غژی
O lover, your carob is crookedness
Like children, why do you crawl toward crookedness?
خویش مجرم دان و مجرم گو مترستا ندزدد از تو آن استاد درس
Know yourself the guilty one and confess it — fear not
Lest that master steal the lesson from you
چون بگویی جاهلم تعلیم دهاین چنین انصاف از ناموس به
When you say: I am ignorant, teach me —
Such fairness is better than false honor
از پدر آموز ای روشن جبینربنا گفت و ظلمنا پیش ازین
Learn from the father (Adam), O bright-browed one
He said "Rabbanā" and "ẓalamnā" in ages past
نه بهانه کرد و نه تزویر ساختنه لوای مکر و حیلت بر فراخت
He made no excuse and contrived no deception
He raised no banner of cunning and stratagem
باز آن ابلیس بحث آغاز کردکه بدم من سرخ رو کردیم زرد
Then Iblis began to argue once more
Saying: I was fair-faced; you made me pale
رنگ رنگ تست صباغم تویاصل جرم و آفت و داغم توی
The color is your color; you are my Dyer
You are the origin of my crime, my affliction, and my brand
هین بخوان رب بما اغویتنیتا نگردی جبری و کژ کم تنی
Beware — recite "Rabb bimā aghwaytanī"
Lest you become a fatalist (jabrī) and a twisted shriveled thing
بر درخت جبر تا کی بر جهیاختیار خویش را یک سو نهی
How long will you leap upon the tree of jabr (compulsion)
Setting your own free will (ikhtiyār) aside?
هم چو آن ابلیس و ذریات اوبا خدا در جنگ و اندر گفت و گو
Like Iblis and his offspring
In combat and argument with God
چون بود اکراه با چندان خوشیکه تو در عصیان همی دامن کشی
How is there compulsion when there is such pleasure
That you drag your skirt through disobedience?
آن چنان خوش کس رود در مکرهیکس چنان رقصان دود در گم رهی
Would anyone go so joyfully into coercion?
Would anyone dance so merrily into error?
بیست مرده جنگ می کردی در آنکت همی دادند پند آن دیگران
You fought with the strength of twenty dead men
While the others kept offering you counsel:
که صواب اینست و راه اینست و بسکی زند طعنه مرا جز هیچ کس
This is right, and this is the path — full stop
Who would taunt me? No one at all
کی چنین گوید کسی کو مکر هستچون چنین جنگد کسی کو بی رهست
Would someone possessing guile speak like this?
Would someone truly astray fight like this?
هر چه نفست خواست داری اختیارهر چه عقلت خواست آری اضطرار
Whatever your nafs desired, you had free will (ikhtiyār)
Whatever your reason desired, you acted under necessity (iḍṭirār)
داند او کو نیک بخت و محرمستزیرکی ز ابلیس و عشق از آدمست
He who is fortunate and an intimate knows:
Cleverness is from Iblis, and love is from Adam
زیرکی سباحی آمد در بحارکم رهد غرقست او پایان کار
Cleverness is swimming in the seas
It rarely escapes — in the end it drowns
هل سباحت را رها کن کبر و کیننیست جیحون نیست جو دریاست این
Leave swimming; abandon pride and spite
This is not the Oxus (Jayḥūn), not a stream — it is the sea
وانگهان دریای ژرف بی پناهدر رباید هفت دریا را چو کاه
And then that deep, shelterless sea
Sweeps the seven seas like straw
عشق چون کشتی بود بهر خواصکم بود آفت بود اغلب خلاص
Love is like a ship for the elect
Calamity is rare; deliverance is mostly given
زیرکی بفروش و حیرانی بخرزیرکی ظنست و حیرانی نظر
Sell cleverness and buy bewilderment
Cleverness is conjecture (ẓann); bewilderment is vision (naẓar)
عقل قربان کن به پیش مصطفیحسبی الله گو که الله ام کفی
Sacrifice reason before Muṣṭafā
Say ḥasbī Allāh — "God is my sufficiency"
هم چو کنعان سر ز کشتی وا مکشکه غرورش داد نفس زیرکش
Like Kan'ān, do not draw your head back from the ship
For his clever nafs gave him pride
که برآیم بر سر کوه مشیدمنت نوحم چرا باید کشید
Saying: I will climb to the top of the towering mountain
Why must I bear obligation to Noah?
چون رمی از منتش بر جان ماچونک شکر و منتش گوید خدا
Why do you flee from his grace toward our souls
When God Himself speaks of His grace?
تو چه دانی ای غرارهٔ پر حسدمنت او را خدا هم می کشد
What do you know, O envious, deceived one —
Even God bears His grace
کاشکی او آشنا ناموختیتا طمع در نوح و کشتی دوختی
Would that he had not learned to swim
So that he would have pinned his hope to Noah and the ship
کاش چون طفل از حیل جاهل بدیتا چو طفلان چنگ در مادر زدی
Would that like a child he had been ignorant of stratagems
So that like children he would have clung to his mother
یا به علم نقل کم بودی ملیعلم وحی دل ربودی از ولی
Or had he been less steeped in transmitted knowledge (ʿilm-i naql)
Revealed knowledge (ʿilm-i waḥy) from the walī would have stolen his heart
با چنین نوری چو پیش آری کتابجان وحی آسای تو آرد عتاب
When before such a light you bring forward a book
Your soul — accustomed to revelation — will rebuke it
چون تیمم با وجود آب دانعلم نقلی با دم قطب زمان
Consider transmitted knowledge in the presence of the breath of the Quṭb of the Age
Like tayammum when water is at hand
خویش ابله کن تبع می رو سپسرستگی زین ابلهی یابی و بس
Make yourself a fool; follow and go behind
You will find salvation only through this foolishness
اکثر اهل الجنه البله ای پسربهر این گفته ست سلطان البشر
"Most of the people of Paradise are the simple-minded (al-bulh)," O son
For this the Sultan of Humanity has spoken
زیرکی چون کبر و باد انگیز تستابلهی شو تا بماند دل درست
Since cleverness stirs up pride and wind in you
Become a fool so that the heart remains sound
ابلهی نه کو به مسخرگی دوتوستابلهی کو واله و حیران هوست
Not the foolishness that is doubled in buffoonery
But the foolishness that is enraptured and bewildered by Him
ابلهان اند آن زنان دست براز کف ابله وز رخ یوسف نذر
Those women who cut their hands are the "fools" —
Enraptured by Joseph's palm and face, making vows
عقل را قربان کن اندر عشق دوستعقلها باری از آن سویست کوست
Sacrifice reason in the love of the Friend
Reason at last comes from that side where He is
عقلها آن سو فرستاده عقولمانده این سو که نه معشوقست گول
Reason has sent its reasonings to that side
What remains on this side — since the Beloved is not here — is folly
زین سر از حیرت گر این عقلت رودهر سو مویت سر و عقلی شود
From this mystery: if from bewilderment this reason of yours departs
Every hair of yours will become a head and a reason
نیست آن سو رنج فکرت بر دماغکه دماغ و عقل روید دشت و باغ
On that side there is no toil of thought upon the brain
For brain and reason grow there in field and garden
سوی دشت از دشت نکته بشنویسوی باغ آیی شود نخلت روی
From the field, toward the field you will hear subtleties
When you come toward the garden, your palm tree will be your face
اندرین ره ترک کن طاق و طرنبتا قلاوزت نجنبد تو مجنب
On this path, abandon all pomp and fanfare
So that your guide does not stir — do not stir yourself
هر که او بی سر بجنبد دم بودجنبشش چون جنبش کزدم بود
Whoever moves without a head is a tail
His movement is like the movement of a scorpion
کژرو و شب کور و زشت و زهرناکپیشهٔ او خستن اجسام پاک
Crooked-going, night-blind, ugly, and venomous
Its trade is to wound pure bodies
سر بکوب آن را که سرش این بودخلق و خوی مستمرش این بود
Crush the head of one whose nature is this
Whose persistent character and disposition is this
خود صلاح اوست آن سر کوفتنتا رهد جان ریزه اش زان شوم تن
Indeed, crushing that head is for his own good
So that the soul-fragments within him are freed from that ill-omened body
واستان آن دست دیوانه سلاحتا ز تو راضی شود عدل و صلاح
Take the weapon from the madman's hand
So that justice and righteousness are satisfied with you
چون سلاحش هست و عقلش نه ببنددست او را ورنه آرد صد گزند
Since he has a weapon but not reason, bind
His hand — otherwise he will bring a hundred harms

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