The Freedom of a Place

This vast earth and sky felt narrow when it was time to rest.  
The body became confined, wide yet narrow, his laughter turned to tears, and his pride to shame.  
The world seems wide in appearance but is narrow in meaning, like sleep which is an escape from this narrowness.  
Like a bathhouse that has become heated, your soul feels constricted and becomes weary.  
Though the bathhouse is wide and long, from its heat, your soul feels narrow and dull.  
Until you exit, your heart will not open; what use is the spaciousness of your dwelling then?  
Or if you wear tight shoes, O fool, you walk in a vast desert.  
That vast desert becomes narrow, a prison for you, that plain and desert.  
Whoever sees you from afar says, "He blooms like a fresh tulip in that desert."  
They dream, but there is no sleep there; they go into non-existence, but there is no door.  
A narrow house and a soul like a clawing beast, it destroys to build a royal palace.  
I am like a fetus in the womb, nine months have passed, and this transfer is significant.  
If my mother does not have labor pains, I am in this prison amidst the fire.  
My natural mother, from the pain of her own death, makes a way to free the lamb from the sheep.  
So that the lamb may graze in the green field, open the womb, for this lamb has grown.  
Labor pains may be a burden for the pregnant, but for the fetus, it is the breaking of the prison.  
The pregnant woman cries from the pain, "Where is the escape?" and the fetus laughs as freedom approaches.  
All that are under the sky are mothers, from inanimate, animal, and plant.  
Each is unaware of the pain of others, except those who are wise and complete.  
What the bald man knows of others' houses, the fool does not know of his own house.  
What the person of heart knows of your state, you do not know of your own state, O uncle.  
All negligence, sorrow, laziness, and darkness come from the body, which is earthly and lowly.  
Negligence comes from the body; when the body becomes spirit, it sees secrets without any harm.  
When the earth rises from the celestial sphere, there is neither night nor shadow nor darkness.  
Wherever there is shadow and night or shade, it is from the earth, not from the heavens and the moon.  
Smoke always comes from wood, not from the burning fires.  
Imagination falls into error and mistake; only reason is in correctness.  
Every heaviness and laziness comes from the body; the soul in lightness is all in flight.  
A red face is from the dominance of blood; a yellow face is from the movement of bile.  
A white face is from the strength of phlegm; a black face is from the presence of melancholy.  
In truth, the creator of effects is He, but the people of the surface see only the cause.  
The core that is not estranged from the skins has no remedy from the doctor and the cause.  
When the human being is born a second time, he places his foot on the head of causes.  
The first cause is not his religion; the partial cause does not have his enmity.  
He flies like the sun in the horizon, with the bride of truth and form like a canopy.  
Rather, outside the horizon and the spheres, he is without place like spirits and prohibition.  
Rather, our intellects are his shadows, falling like shadows at his feet.  
Whenever the diligent is a knower of the text, he does not think of analogy in that form.  
When he does not find a text in a case, he uses analogy to show an example there.  
The analogy of text with analogy.  
The text of revelation is certainly the holy spirit, and analogy is the partial intellect beneath this.  
The intellect becomes perceptive and noble from the soul; how can the spirit be under observation?  
But the soul influences the intellect, from that influence, the intellect makes plans.  
If the spirit strikes truthfully in you like Noah, where is the sea and the ship and the flood of Noah?  
The intellect considers the effect as the spirit, but the light of the sun is far from the sun's disk.  
Thus, a seeker becomes content with the disk until he is thrown towards the disk by its light.  
For this light that is in the lower world is not permanent; day and night, it is setting.  
And the one who has presence and place in the disk is always immersed in that light.  
Neither cloud nor sunset can reach him; he is freed from the separation that beats the chest.  
Such a person has his origin from the heavens, or he has changed if he was from the earth.  
For the earthly cannot bear the light that shines on it eternally.  
If the sun shines on the earth constantly, it burns so that no fruit comes from it.  
The fish's work is always in the water; how can the snake accompany it?  
But in the sea, the cunning snakes make fish in this sea.  
If their cunning makes the people mad, the sea itself makes them infamous.  
And in this sea, the fish are cunning, making the snake a fish with their magic.  
The fish of the sea of majesty, their sea has taught them lawful magic.  
Many impossibilities became possible from their light; the evil went there, and the good omen came.  
For the weary, this repetition is like taking life repeatedly.  
The candle rises from repeated lightning; the earth becomes gold from repeated heat.  
If there are thousands of seekers and one weary, the messenger is hindered from the message.  
These messengers, the secret-telling conscience, want listeners with the nature of Israfil.  
They have pride and grandeur like kings; they want servitude from the people of the world.  
Until you bring their manners to the place, how can you partake of their message?  
How can they deliver that trust to you until you are humble before them?  
Every manner that pleases them, they came from the high palace.  
They are not beggars who have a favor from you for every service, O deceiver.  
But with disinterest, O conscience, scatter the king's charity and do not take it.  
O messenger of the sky, do not look at the weary and the world.  
Blessed is the Turk who lays down his challenge, his horse leaps into the trench of fire.  
He warms the horse so much that it aims for the heights of the sky.  
He sews his eyes from others and jealousy, like fire burning the dry and wet.  
If regret makes a flaw on him, the first fire burns in regret.  
Regret does not grow from non-existence when it sees the warmth of the one with a firm step.