Sheikh Kharraqani

Seek refuge from God, O poor one, in this moment, do not ask for help from me who is drowning.  
I am not concerned with those documents, I am not mindful of myself or my own beard.  
How can the wind fit in a mustache or the water in a face, in a wine where even a hair cannot fit?  
O cupbearer, give a heavy cup, free the master from his beard and mustache.  
His arrogance strikes us with a mustache, yet he tears his beard out of envy for us.  
Checkmate to him, checkmate to him, checkmate to him, for we know his deceptions.  
After a hundred years, whatever comes from him, the old man sees clearly, hair by hair.  
What does the common man see in the mirror that the old man does not see in the raw brick?  
What the beardless one did not see in his own house is evident one by one on the beardless one.  
Turn to the sea, you who are born of fish, like straw in a beard, how have you fallen?  
You are not straw, far from you is the envy of a gem, in the midst of waves and the sea, you are superior.  
The sea is unique, it has no pair or mate, its pearls and fish are nothing but waves.  
O impossibility, O impossibility of his partnership, far from that sea and his pure wave.  
There is no partnership or complexity in the sea, but what can I say to the cross-eyed, nothing at all.  
Since we are paired with the cross-eyed, O shaman, it is necessary to speak in a polytheistic manner.  
That oneness is beyond description and state, only duality comes to the field of discourse.  
Either drink this duality like the cross-eyed, or sew your mouth shut and remain silent.  
Or take turns, sometimes silence, sometimes speech, beat the drum cross-eyed, and that's it.  
When you see a confidant, speak of the soul, when you see a flower, shout like the nightingales.  
When you see a bag full of deceit and pretense, close your lips and make yourself a wineskin.  
The enemy is water, do not move in front of him, otherwise, his stone of ignorance will break the wineskin.  
Be patient with the politics of the ignorant, be gentle with the wisdom of the divine.  
Patience with the unworthy polishes the worthy, patience purifies every heart wherever it is.  
The fire of Nimrod became a mirror of purity for Abraham in its polish.  
The oppression of the unbelievers and the patience of Noah became the polish of the mirror of Noah's soul.  
The story of the disciple of Sheikh Hassan Kharaqani, may God sanctify his secret.  
A dervish went from the city of Taleqan for the fame of Abu al-Husayn Kharaqan.  
He crossed mountains and long valleys to see the Sheikh with sincerity and need.  
What he saw on the way of hardship and oppression, though it is fitting, I will shorten it.  
When the young man arrived at his destination, he sought the house of that king.  
When he knocked on the door with great respect, a woman stuck her head out of the house.  
"What do you want?" she said, "O noble one, speak." He said, "I have come with the intention of visiting."  
The woman laughed and said, "Ha ha, look at the beard, look at this journey and this anxiety."  
"Did you have a desire for wandering, or did the boredom of home prevail over you?"  
"Or perhaps a demon placed two branches on you, opening the whisper of travel to you?"  
He said, "I cannot repeat all the unfinished insults and curses."  
From the countless mockeries and ridicule, the disciple fell into grief.  
The disciple's inquiry from the Sheikh's household about where the Sheikh is and the unsatisfactory answer from the household.  
His tears flowed from his eyes, and he said, "With all that, where is that sweet-named king?"  
The deceitful hypocrite said, "The trap of the gullible and the snare of misguidance."  
Hundreds of thousands of naive beardless ones like you have fallen into a hundred tyrannies from him.  
If you do not see him and return safely, it will be better for you, you will not be misled by him.  
The boastful one who licks bowls and eats drums, the sound of his drum has spread around the land.  
These people are the descendants of the calf-worshippers, what are they rubbing their hands on such a cow?  
He is the carcass of the night and the idler of the day, whoever is deceived by this drum-eater.  
These people have abandoned a hundred sciences and perfections, they have taken deceit and trickery, this is the situation.  
Where are the descendants of Moses, alas, until now, the worshippers of the calf shed blood.  
They have thrown away the law and piety, where is Omar, where is the harsh enjoining of good?  
This permissiveness has become public from this group, it has become the permission of every corrupt scoundrel.  
Where is the path of the Prophet and his companions, where is his prayer, rosary, and etiquette?  
The disciple's response and rebuke to the slanderer for speaking blasphemy and nonsense.  
The young man shouted at him and said, "Enough, where did the daylight come from, O constable?"  
The light of men has taken the east and west, the heavens have prostrated in amazement.  
The sun of truth has risen from Aries, the sun has gone under the tent out of shame.  
How can the nonsense of someone like you, O devil, turn me away from the dust of this abode?  
I did not come with the wind like a cloud, so that I would turn back from this noble place.  
The calf with that light became the qibla of generosity, the qibla without that light became disbelief and idol.  
There is permissiveness that comes from desire, it is misguidance, there is permissiveness that comes from God, it is perfection.  
Disbelief became faith, and the devil found Islam, where that light shone without measure.  
He is the manifestation of glory and beloved by truth, he has surpassed all the cherubim.  
The prostration of Adam is the explanation of his precedence, prostration brings the core and the skin together.  
O old woman, you blow out the candle of truth, you burn yourself and your head, O big-nosed one.  
How can the sea be defiled by a dog's snout, how can the sun be extinguished by a puff?  
If you judge by appearances, what is clearer than this light, tell me.  
All appearances are in the utmost deficiency and shortcoming before this manifestation.  
Whoever blows on the candle of God, the candle does not die, but his snout burns.  
Many bats like you dream that this world will remain orphaned from the sun.  
The fierce waves of the seas of the soul are a hundred times more than the flood of Noah.  
But in the eyes of Canaan, a hair grew, he sought Noah and the ark as paradise and mountain.  
The mountain and Canaan were swallowed at that time, half a wave to the depths of the test.  
The moon sheds light, and the dog barks, how can the dog graze on the light of the moon?  
The night travelers and companions of the moon are in a hurry, how can they stop because of the dog's bark?  
The part runs towards the whole like an arrow, how can it stop for every big old man?  
The soul of the law and the soul of piety is the knower, knowledge is the product of past asceticism.  
Asceticism is striving in planting, knowledge is the growth of that planting.  
So when the body is jihad and belief, the soul is the killing of the plant and the harvest.  
His enjoining of good is also good, he is the revealer of secrets and also the revealed.  
He is the king of our today and tomorrow, the skin is always the servant of his delightful core.  
When the Sheikh said "I am the truth" and advanced, he squeezed the throats of all the blind.  
When my "I" became "no" from existence, then what remains, think, O denier.  
If you have eyes, open them and look, after "no," what remains?  
O you whose lips, throat, and mouth are cut, who spits towards the moon or the sky.  
The spit returns to his face without a doubt, the spit does not find a path to the sky.  
Until the Day of Judgment, the spit rains on him from the Lord, like "Tabbat" on the soul of Abu Lahab.  
Because "Lolaak" is on his decree, all are in his favor and distribution.  
If it were not for him, the sky would not find orbit and light and the place of the kingdom.  
If it were not for him, the sea would not find awe and fish and the pearl of the king.  
If it were not for him, the earth would not find treasure inside and jasmine outside.  
The provisions are also his provision-eaters, the fruits are his dry-lipped rain.  
Behold, it is reversed in the matter of this group, give alms to yourself, O almsgiver.  
All your gold and silk are from the poor, O rich one, give alms, O poor one.  
How can you be a disgrace paired with that accepted soul, like the wife of an unbeliever in Noah's covenant?  
If your relation to this abode were not, I would tear you apart at this moment.  
I would give Noah relief from you, so I would become honored in retribution.  
But with the house of the king of kings, I do not dare such audacity.  
Go and pray that you are the dog of this abode, otherwise, I would have done what I should have done.  
The disciple's return from the Sheikh's abode and asking people and their indication that the Sheikh has gone to a certain grove.  
After that, he asked everyone, he searched for the Sheikh everywhere.  
Then someone told him that the pole of the land went to gather wood from the mountains.  
The disciple, with the thought of Zulfiqar, quickly went to the grove in the Sheikh's desire.  
The devil brought before the man's mind, whispering to make the moon hidden by dust.  
Why does this Sheikh of religion have such a woman as a companion and housemate?  
How can opposites be reconciled, how can the leader of people be with a fool?  
Again, he said "La hawla" with fiery passion, that my objection to him is disbelief and enmity.  
Who am I with the divine interventions, that my soul should raise doubts and distress?  
Again, his soul quickly attacked, from this recognition, smoke like straw in his heart.  
What is the relation of the devil to Gabriel, who was with him in companionship and rest?  
How can Khalil be reconciled with Azar, how can a guide be reconciled with a highwayman?  
The disciple finding his guide and meeting the Sheikh near that grove.  
While he was in this state, the famous Sheikh quickly appeared riding a lion.  
The roaring lion was pulling his wood, the blessed one was sitting on the wood.  
His whip was a male snake out of honor, he held the snake like a donkey driver in his hand.  
Know for sure that every Sheikh who exists also rides a wild lion.  
Though that is not perceptible and this is not perceptible, yet that is not clothed in the eye of the soul.  
Hundreds of thousands of lions are under the sign, in front of the unseen-seeing eye, they are wood carriers.  
But God made each one perceptible, so that he may also see who is not a man.  
He saw him from afar and laughed, that noble one said, "Do not listen to that, O deceived by the devil."  
From his conscience, that majestic one knew, also from the light of the heart, yes, what a good guide.  
He recited to him one by one, that which happened to him on the way until now.  
After that, he opened his sweet-speaking mouth on the difficult denial of the woman.  
That endurance is not from the desire of the soul, that is the imagination of your soul, there is a moon there.  
If my patience did not bear the burden of the woman, how could the male lion bear my burden?  
We are Bactrian camels in the race, drunk and unconscious under the litters of truth.  
I am not raw in command and order, to think of the public's reproach.  
Our common and special command is his, our soul is running on the face, seeking him.  
Our individuality, our pairing is not from desire, our soul is like a bead in the hand of God.  
We endure the whims of that fool and a hundred like him, not from the love of color or the madness of scent.  
This much is the lesson of our students, where is the grandeur and pomp of our battle?  
To where, where there is no place for place, except for the lightning of the moon, there is no God.  
Far from all illusions and images, light, light, light, light, light, light.  
For you, I lowered the conversation, so that you may get along with the ill-natured companion.  
So that you may carry the burden of hardship with a smile and joy, for patience is the key to relief.  
When you get along with the straw of these straws, you will reach the light of the traditions.  
For the prophets have seen the hardship of the straws, they have twisted from such snakes.  
The wisdom in "I am making a vicegerent on earth."  
Then he made a vicegerent with a heart, so that he would be a mirror for his kingship.  
He gave him boundless purity, then he placed him in the darkness of his opposite.  
He raised two banners, white and black, one was Adam, the other the devil of the path.  
Between those two great camps, the struggle and battle went on and on.  
Likewise, in the second round, Abel became the opposite of his pure light, Cain.  
Likewise, these two banners of justice and oppression continued until they reached Nimrod in the cycle.  
He became the opposite of Abraham and his enemy, and those two armies were vengeful and warlike.  
When the length of the war became unpleasant, the fire became the decision for both.  
Then he commanded the fire and the denial, so that the problem of those two people would be solved.  
Cycle after cycle, century after century, these two groups continued until Pharaoh and Moses the compassionate.  
For years there was war between them, when it went beyond the limit and boredom increased.  
God made the sea the judge, so that it would remain, who would take precedence from these two.  
Likewise, until the cycle and era of Mustafa, with Abu Jahl, that commander of injustice.  
He also made denial for the people of Thamud, a cry that took their lives.  
He also made denial for the people of 'Ad, a quick and swift wind.  
He also made denial for Qarun out of enmity, in patience, this earth covered its enmity.  
Until the patience of the earth became all wrath, it took Qarun and his treasure to the depths.  
The morsel that is the pillar of this body, the bread is like armor against the sword of hunger.  
When God places wrath in your bread, like strangulation, that bread gets stuck in the throat.  
This garment that became a refuge from the cold, God gives it the temperament of severe cold.  
So that this magnificent robe on your body becomes cold like ice, biting like snow.  
So you flee from the silk and the wool, seeking refuge in the severe cold.  
You are not two peaks, you are one peak, unaware of the story of the shadow's torment.  
The command of God came to the town and village, do not give shade to the house and wall.  
Do not prevent rain and sun, so that the messengers hastened to the community.  
That we have mostly died, O chief, give us refuge, read the rest from the book of interpretation.  
When the staff became a snake in that skillful hand, if you have reason, that point is enough.  
You have sight, but there is no deep insight, the spring is frozen, and the eye is closed.  
The writer of thought says from this, "O servant, make deep insight."  
He does not want the cold iron to be struck, but O steel, turn to David.  
Your body has died, turn to Israfil, your heart has frozen, go to the sun of the soul.  
In imagination, you have become so clothed, now you have reached the bad suspicion of the sophist.  
He himself is cut off from the lips of reason, deprived of sense and cut off from existence.  
O speaker, it is the turn of the lip-biting, if you speak, it is a disgrace to the people.  
What is deep insight? To make the spring flow, when the soul is released from the body, they call it the soul.  
That sage whose soul was released from the bondage of the body, and became a soul in the garden.  
He placed two titles on both, for distinction, O praise be to his soul.