بخش 65 - قصهٔ آن گنج‌نامه کی پهلوی قبه‌ای روی به قبله کن و تیر در کمان نه بینداز آنجا کی افتد گنجست

One night he dreamed—but where was sleep? The vision without sleep is familiar to the Súfí—

(That) a heavenly voice said to him, “O you who have seen trouble, search among the (loose) leaves of handwriting sold (as models) by stationers for a certain scroll.

Unobserved by the stationer who is your neighbour, bring your hand into touch with his papers.

It is a scroll of such a shape and such a colour: then (as soon as possible) read it in privacy, O sorrowful one.

When you steal it from the stationer, my lad, then go out of the crowd and the noise and turmoil,

And read it by yourself in some lonely place: beware, do not seek any partnership in reading it.

But even if it (the secret) be divulged, do not be anxious, for none but you will get (so much as) half a barley-corn thereof.

And if it (the affair) be long drawn out, beware and take heed! Make (the text) do not ye despair your litany at every moment.”

The (heavenly) announcer of the good news said this and put his hand on his (the fakir's) heart, saying, “Go, endure the toil.”

When the youth came back to himself after the absence, on account of his joy he could not be contained in the world.

Had it not been for the tender care and protection and favour of God, his gallbladder would have burst from agitation.

One (cause of) joy was this, that after (having passed through) six hundred veils his ear had heard the answer (to his prayer) from the (Divine) Presence.

When his auditory sense had pierced through the veils, he raised his head aloft and passed beyond the skies,

(Thinking) that maybe, by taking the lesson to heart, his sense of sight would also find a passage through the veil of the Unseen,

And that when (both) his senses had passed through the veil, his vision and allocution (from God) would then be continuous.

(So) he came to the stationer's shop and (for some time) was laying his hand here and there on his (the stationer's) models for writing.

Suddenly that piece of script, with the distinctive marks which the heavenly voice had mentioned, caught his eye.

He slipped it under his arm and said, “Good-bye, Khwája: I will come back presently, O master.”

He went into a solitary nook and read it and remained lost in bewilderment and amazement,

(Wondering) how a priceless treasure-scroll of this sort had fallen and been left among the (stationer's) papers.

(Then) again the thought darted into his mind, that God is the guardian for everything,

(And) how should the Guardian, in (His) circumspection, let any one recklessly carry off anything?

Though the desert be filled with gold and (silver) money, not a single mite can be taken away without God's approval;

And though you read a hundred volumes without a pause, you will not remember a single point (of argument) without the Divine decree;

But if you serve God and do not read a single book, you will learn rare sciences from your (own) bosom.

The hand of Moses was spreading from his bosom a radiance that surpassed the moon in the sky,

Saying (implicitly), “That which thou wert seeking from the terrible celestial sphere hath uprisen, O Moses, from thy own bosom,

In order that thou mayst know that the lofty heavens are the reflexion of the perceptive (rational) faculties of Man.”

Is it not (the case) that the hand of the Glorious God created Reason first (of all), before (the creation of) the two worlds?

This discourse is clear (to some) and exceedingly recondite (to others), for the fly is not intimate with the ‘Anqá.

O son, return once more to the tale: bring the tale of the treasure and the fakir to an end.