Darvish Khan Writes

I did not enter your orchard as a picker:
I am darvish of empty hands, a qalandar;
If you want me to get out, then open the gate;
And if you don’t open it, kick out the doubter!

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Word arrives from the Friend, He is with you!
Sparks fly in the heart, because of this news!
But you don’t know yourself, and remain sad;
Know yourself- and what else but fire is yours!

و هو معکم از و خبر میآید
در سینه ازین خبر شرر میآید
زآنی ناخوش که خویش نشناخته
چون بشناسی دگر چه در میآید

note: the Word that arrives from the Friend
is a Koranic reference: And He is with you, wherever you may be.

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O Prince of the world’s great beauties- Amen!
And all peace and comfort of the Soul- Amen!
O You-  the one before whose face each dawn,
The rising of the world’s sun declares, Amen!

ای میر ملیحان جهان شی الله
وی راحت و آرامش جان شی الله
ای آنکه بهر صبح بپیش رخ تو
می گوید خورشید جهان شی الله

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I am not crazy, but they create such doubt;
I am not a stranger, but they drive me out!
Like the religious police working night shift,
They are drunk, and have become confused louts!

دیوانه نیم ولیک میخانندم
بیگانه نیم ولیک میرانندم
همچون عسسان بجهد در نیمشبان
مستند ولی چو روز میدانندم

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I said to heart, if you have occasion to speak,
Reveal my pain to the Friend during your talk;
Heart said, at the time of union with the Friend
My gazing will all speech completely forsake!

با دل گفتم  اگر بود جای سخن
با دوست غمم بگو در اثنای سخن
دل گفت بگاه وصل با یار مرا
نبود ز نظاره هیچ پروای سخن

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Sieze, O heart, the bridle of that spiritual king;
Say, “be my guest tonight- O moon like darling!”
If he says, “tomorrow,” ignore him and retort
“God is all strength, and he is overpowering!”

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I ambled with my love through the garden,
And stole a glance at the rose with such sin
The owner of my heart shouted out, shame
On your ogling, with my perfect, rouged skin!

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Each dear soul who is acquainted with the way,
Knows all that comes to pass is divine play;
Why blame the wheeling sky and its children-
This wheel of its own has led no one astray!

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O Soul, do you know who the Beloved is?
And O heart, do you know who the Guest is?
O body, while you seek a way, with every trick
He embraces you! Know who the Seeker is!

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