Fighting is not the business of any faint-heart who runs away from a spectre (hallucination), like a (flitting) spectre.
کار هر نازک‌دلی نبود قتال ** که گریزد از خیالی چون خیال
’Tis the business of Turks (Turkán), not of (women like) Tarkán. Begone! Home is the place for Tarkán: go home!”
کار ترکانست نه ترکان برو ** جای ترکان هست خانه خانه شو
Story of ‘Iyádí, may God have mercy on him, who had taken part in seventy campaigns against the infidels and had always fought with his breast bare (unprotected by armour), in the hope that he might become a martyr; and how, despairing of that, he turned from the Lesser Warfare to the Greater Warfare and adopted the practice of (religious) seclusion; and how he suddenly heard the drums of the holy warriors, and the fleshly soul within him urged him violently to take the field; and how he suspected (the motives of) his fleshly soul in desiring this.
حکایت عیاضی رحمه‌الله کی هفتاد غزو کرده بود سینه برهنه بر امید شهید شدن چون از آن نومید شد از جهاد اصغر رو به جهاد اکبر آورد و خلوت گزید ناگهان طبل غازیان شنید نفس از اندرون زنجیر می‌درانید سوی غزا و متهم داشتن او نفس خود را درین رغبت
‘Iyádí said, “Ninety times I came (into battle) unarmed, that perchance I might be (mortally) wounded.3780
گفت عیاضی نود بار آمدم ** تن برهنه بوک زخمی آیدم
I went unarmed to meet the arrows, in order that I might receive a deep-seated (deadly) arrow-wound.
تن برهنه می‌شدم در پیش تیر ** تا یکی تیری خورم من جای‌گیر
None but a fortunate martyr attains unto (the happiness of) receiving an arrow-wound in the throat or any vital spot.
تیر خوردن بر گلو یا مقتلی ** در نیابد جز شهیدی مقبلی
No place in my body is without wounds: this body of mine is like a sieve from (being pierced with) arrows;
بر تنم یک جایگه بی‌زخم نیست ** این تنم از تیر چون پرویز نیست
But the arrows never (once) hit a vital spot: this is a matter of luck, not of bravery or cunning.
لیک بر مقتل نیامد تیرها ** کار بخت است این نه جلدی و دها
When (I saw that) martyrdom was not the lot of my spirit, I went immediately into (religious) seclusion and (entered on) a forty days' fast.3785
چون شهیدی روزی جانم نبود ** رفتم اندر خلوت و در چله زود
I threw myself into the Greater Warfare (which consists) in practising austerities and becoming lean.
در جهاد اکبر افکندم بدن ** در ریاضت کردن و لاغر شدن
(One day) there reached my ear the sound of the drums of the holy warriors; for the hard-fighting army was on the march.
بانگ طبل غازیان آمد به گوش ** که خرامیدند جیش غزوکوش
My fleshly soul cried out to me from within: at morningtide I heard (its voice) with my sensuous ear,
نفس از باطن مرا آواز داد ** که به گوش حس شنیدم بامداد
(Saying), ‘Arise! ’Tis time to fight. Go, devote thyself to fighting in the holy war!’
خیز هنگام غزا آمد برو ** خویش را در غزو کردن کن گرو
I answered, ‘O wicked perfidious soul, what hast thou to do with the desire to fight?3790
گفتم ای نفس خبیث بی‌وفا ** از کجا میل غزا تو از کجا
Tell the truth, O my soul! This is trickery. Else (why wouldst thou fight)?—the lustful soul is quit of obedience (to the Divine command).
راست گوی ای نفس کین حیلت‌گریست ** ورنه نفس شهوت از طاعت بریست
Unless thou tell the truth, I will attack thee, I will squeeze (torment) thee more painfully (than before) in maceration.’
گر نگویی راست حمله آرمت ** در ریاضت سخت‌تر افشارمت
Thereupon my soul, mutely eloquent, cried out in guile from within me,
نفس بانگ آورد آن دم از درون ** با فصاحت بی‌دهان اندر فسون
‘Here thou art killing me daily, thou art putting my (vital) spirit (on the rack), like the spirits of infidels.
که مرا هر روز اینجا می‌کشی ** جان من چون جان گبران می‌کشی
No one is aware of my plight—how thou art killing me (by keeping me) without sleep and food.3795
هیچ کس را نیست از حالم خبر ** که مرا تو می‌کشی بی‌خواب و خور
In war I should escape from the body at one stroke, and the people would see my manly valour and self-sacrifice.’
در غزا بجهم به یک زخم از بدن ** خلق بیند مردی و ایثار من
I replied, ‘O wretched soul, a hypocrite thou hast lived and a hypocrite thou wilt die: what (a pitiful thing) art thou!
گفتم ای نفسک منافق زیستی ** هم منافق می‌مری تو چیستی
In both worlds thou hast been a hypocrite, in both worlds thou art such a worthless creature.’
در دو عالم تو مرایی بوده‌ای ** در دو عالم تو چنین بیهوده‌ای
I vowed that I would never put my head outside of (come out of) seclusion, seeing that this body is alive,
نذر کردم که ز خلوت هیچ من ** سر برون نارم چو زنده‌ست این بدن
Because everything that this body does in seclusion it does with no regard to man or woman.3800
زانک در خلوت هر آنچ تن کند ** نه از برای روی مرد و زن کند
During seclusion the intention of (all) its movement and rest is for God's sake only.”
جنبش و آرامش اندر خلوتش ** جز برای حق نباشد نیتش
This is the Greater Warfare, and that (other) is the Lesser Warfare: both are (fit) work for (men like) Rustam and Haydar (‘Alí).
این جهاد اکبرست آن اصغرست ** هر دو کار رستمست و حیدرست