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كان يصفو أو يتقطع معنى لنفسه يعنى لا صفا قلبه من الكدورات البشرية والعلائق الحسية ولا تقطع بالفناء عن الوجود والالتفات الى بارئ كل موجود فهو بين المرادين واقف بين العدمين ومن لطيف مواقعه التى أوجبت سكب مدامعه انه كان آتيا من بعض الجمعيات ليلا فسمع الحرس فى السوق وحادى طربهم لركبهم يسوق ينشدون على بعض آلات الطرب والشوق من واديهم قد اقترب مولاى سهرنا نبتغى منك وصال • مولاى فلم تسمح فبتنا بالخيال مولاى فلم يطرق ولاشك بان • ما نحن اذا عندك مولاى يبال فاخذ الشوق بالطوق وبادر الغرام فى السوق وجذب بزمامه عند سمع حمامه ونادى لسان حاله عند انداد المعتاد من مقاله أسكان طيبة هل من قرى • فقد دفع الليل ضيفا غريبا وهاج وماج وعج وما عاج ومزق أطواقه وعالج أشواقه وخرج عن حسه عند وجدان أنسه وألقى ما عليه عندما لقى ماصار اليه وعن العلائق تعرى ومن غيرهم تجرد وتبرى وصاح وباح وبكى وناح وأخذ المعنى من ذلك المغنى وحركه الطرب عندما توا جدوا قترب وكانت ليلة ركض فيها خيله وساق فى ميدان الحنين وسبق فى مضمار الانين فجاءه القوم: نهارا تراهم سكارى وماهم بسكارى فالقوا اليه ما ألقى اليهم وخلعوا عليه ما خلعه عليهم وقالوا هذه الأثواب فقال والذى فتح الباب لا يرجع الى شئ سلبه الشوق السالب وغلبنى علمه الوجد الغالب مضى ما مضى وقضى الرب ماقضى فخذوا ما أصابكم والبسوا أثوابكم واغنموا ثوابكم وأما أنا فقد فزت بتلك الحال والحال ماحال فلذلك ترى كلامه يظهر مرامه فى دوام السكرات فى الحياة وعند الممات ومما اتفق لهذا المسكين الذى ليس له سوى ربه معين من الشعر المسمى مواليا جانى الحبيب يعاتبنى على الغفلات • وقال من بعد ناطابت لك النومات فقلت والله ماذا نوم دي سكرات • تبقى الى ان يقولوا بالمحبه مات
“it neither comes clean nor tears apart” a meaning for himself: that his heart had neither become clear of human turbidities and sensory attachments, nor been cut off, through fanāʾ (passing away), from existence and from turning [to anything] except to the Maker of every existent. So he is between the two aims, standing between the two nonexistences. Among his subtle incidents that made his tears pour: he was coming back from one of the gatherings at night, and he heard the watchmen in the market chanting to some instruments of rapture and longing, the driving-song of their rapture urging on their company, [the chanter] having drawn near from their valley: “My master, we stayed awake seeking union from you, / my master, but you did not grant it, so we spent the night with the phantom. / My master, it did not come by night, and there is no doubt that / we, then, are of no regard with you, my master.” Longing seized him by the collar, passion rushed [upon him] in the market and pulled him by his rein on hearing its dove, and the tongue of his state called out at the […] of what was customary in his speech: “O dwellers of Ṭayba, is there any hospitality? / For the night has driven [to you] a stranger guest.” He was stirred and surged, cried out and did not turn aside, and tore his collars. He wrestled with his longings, went out of his senses on finding his intimacy, and cast off what was on him when he met what he had come to. He stripped himself of attachments, divested and freed himself from all others than them, and shouted and divulged, wept and wailed. He took the meaning from that singer, and rapture moved him when he fell into ecstasy and drew near. It was a night in which he galloped his horses and drove [them] on in the arena of yearning, and outran [all] in the racecourse of moaning. Then the people came to him by day, “you see them drunk, yet they are not drunk” (Q 22:2), and they cast to him what he had cast to them, and put back on him what he had taken off [and bestowed] on them, and said: “These are the garments.” He said: “By Him who opened the door, nothing comes back to me that robbing longing has robbed, and overwhelming ecstasy has overpowered me […]. What is past is past, and the Lord has decreed what He has decreed. So take what has come to you, put on your garments, and win your reward. As for me, I have attained that state, and the state has not changed.” That is why you see his speech making plain his aim of perpetual drunkenness in life and at death. Among the poetry of the kind called mawāliyā that came to this poor one, who has no helper but his Lord: “The beloved came to me, reproaching me for heedlessness, / and said: ‘After us, has sleep become sweet to you?’ / I said: ‘By God, this is no sleep; these are the swoons of drunkenness / that will last until they say: he died of love.’”
Verses 40 and 41 are printed together, with one commentary on both.