بخش 122 - در بیان آنک شه‌زاده آدمی بچه است خلیفهٔ خداست پدرش آدم صفی خلیفهٔ حق مسجود ملایک و آن کمپیر کابلی دنیاست کی آدمی‌بچه را از پدر ببرید به سحر و انبیا و اولیا آن طبیب تدارک کننده

O brother, know that thou art the prince born anew in the old world.

The witch of Kábul is this World which made men captive to colour and perfume.

Since she hath cast thee into this polluted stream, continually recite and utter (the words), Say, I take refuge.

In order that thou mayst be delivered from this witchery and this distress, beg of the Lord of the daybreak that thou mayst say “I take refuge.”

The Prophet called this world of thine an enchantress because through her spells she lodged mankind in the pit.

Beware! The stinking hag hath hot (potent) spells: her hot breath hath made kings captive.

She is the witches who blow (on knots) within (thy) breast: she is the (means of) maintaining the knots of sorcery.

The sorceress, (who is) the World, is a mightily cunning woman: ’tis not in the power of the vulgar to undo her sorcery;

And if (men's) understandings could loose her knot, how should God have sent the prophets?

Hark, seek one whose breath is pure, a looser of knots, one who knows the mystery of God doeth whatso He willeth.

She (the World) hath imprisoned thee, like a fish, in her net: the prince remained (there) one year, and thou sixty.

From (being enmeshed in) her net thou art in tribulation sixty years: neither art thou happy nor (dost thou walk) in the way of the Sunna.

Thou art a miserable unrighteous man: neither is thy worldly life good (happy) nor art thou delivered from guilt and sins.

Her (the World's) breathing hath made these knots tight: seek, then, the breathing of the unique Creator,

In order that “I breathed of My spirit into him” may deliver thee from this (sorcery) and say (to thee), “Come higher!”

The breathing of sorcery is not consumed save by the breathing of God: this (the former) is the breathing of (Divine) wrath, (while) that (the latter) exhalation is the breathing of (Divine) love.

His mercy is prior to His wrath: (if) thou desirest priority (in spiritual rank), go, seek that (attribute) which is prior,

That thou mayst attain unto the souls that are wedded; for lo, this, O ensorcelled prince, is thy way of escape.

With the existence of the old woman, there can be no undoing (of the knots), (whilst thou art) in the net and in the arms of that (paramour) full of blandishments.

Hath not the Lamp of the peoples called this world and that world the two fellow-wives (who are always quarrelling with each other)?

Therefore union with this (world) is separation from that (world): the health of this body is the sickness of the spirit.

Hard is the separation from this transitory abode: know, then, that the separation from that permanent abode is harder

Since it is hard for thee to be separated from the form, how hard must it be to be parted from its Maker!

O thou that hast not the patience to do without the vile world, how, O friend, how hast thou the patience to do without God?

Since thou hast not the patience to do without this black water, how hast thou the patience to do without God's (pure) fountain?

Since thou art restless without this (worldly) drink, how art thou (remaining patiently) apart from the righteous and from they shall drink (of the wine of Paradise)?

If for one moment thou behold the beauty of the Loving One and cast thy soul and existence into the fire (of love),

After that thou wilt regard this (worldly) drink as a carcase, when thou beholdest the glory and splendour of nighness (unto Him).

Like the prince, thou wilt attain unto thy Beloved; then thou wilt draw out from thy foot the thorn of self.

Strive for selflessness, find thy (true) self as soon as possible— and God best knoweth the right course.

Take heed, never be wedded to self: do not, like an ass, be always falling into water and mud.

That stumbling arises from shortsightedness; for like a blind man, he (such a one) does not see the ups and downs.

Make the scent of Joseph's shirt thy stay, because his scent makes the eye clear.

The hidden Form and the Light of that Brow have made the eyes of the prophets far-seeing.

The Light of that Countenance will deliver (thee) from the fire: hark, be not content with borrowed light.

This (borrowed) light makes the eye to see that which is transient: it makes body and mind and spirit to be scabby (diseased).

It has the appearance of light, but in reality it is fire: keep thy hands off it, if thou desire the (true) radiance.

The eye and spirit that sees (only) the transient falls on its face continually wherever it goes.

A far-seeing man who lacks knowledge may see far, just as (one has) far sight in dreams.

You are asleep with parched lips on the bank of the river, and (in your dream) are running in search of water towards the mirage.

You see the mirage far away and run (towards it): you become in love with your own sight.

In the dream you boast to your friends, saying, “I am the one whose heart possesses vision, and (I am) the one that rends the veil.

Lo, I see water yonder: hark, make haste that we may go there”—and ’tis (only) the mirage.

At every step you hurry farther away from the water, whilst you keep running on towards the perilous mirage.

Your very setting-out has become the barrier (which prevents you) from (seeing) this that has come close to you.

Oh, many a one sets out to some place from the spot where the object of his quest is (to be found).

The (far) sight and boasting of the sleeper is of no avail; it is naught but a phantasy: hold aloof from it.

Thou art sleepy, but anyhow sleep on the Way: for God's sake, for God's sake, sleep on the Way of God,

That perchance a Traveller (on the Way) may attach himself to thee and tear thee from the phantasies of slumber.

(Even) if the sleeper's thought become (subtle) as a hair, he will not find the way to the Abode by that subtlety.

Whether the sleeper's thought is twofold or threefold, still it is error on error on error.

The waves are beating upon him without restraint, (whilst) he asleep is running in the long wilderness.

The sleeper dreams of the sore pangs of thirst, (whilst) the water is nearer unto him than the neck-vein.