آن یکی الله می‌گفتی شبی ** تا که شیرین می‌شد از ذکرش لبی
One night a certain man was crying “Allah!” till his lips were growing sweet with praise of Him.
گفت شیطان آخر ای بسیارگو ** این همه الله را لبیک کو190
The Devil said, “Prithee, O garrulous one, where is the (response) ‘Here am I’ to all this ‘Allah’?
می‌نیاید یک جواب از پیش تخت ** چند الله می‌زنی با روی سخت
Not a single response is coming from the Throne: how long will you cry ‘Allah’ with grim face?”
او شکسته‌دل شد و بنهاد سر ** دید در خواب او خضر را در خضر
He became broken-hearted and laid down his head (to sleep): in a dream he saw Khadir amidst the verdure.
گفت هین از ذکر چون وا مانده‌ای ** چون پشیمانی از آن کش خوانده‌ای
He (Khadir) said, “Hark, you have held back from praising God: how is it that you repent of having called unto Him?”
گفت لبیکم نمی‌آید جواب ** زان همی‌ترسم که باشم رد باب
He said, “No ‘Here am I’ is coming to me in response, hence I fear that I may be (a reprobate who is) driven away from the Door.”
گفت آن الله تو لبیک ماست ** و آن نیاز و درد و سوزت پیک ماست195
He (Khadir) said, “(God saith), That ‘Allah’ of thine is My ‘Here am I,’ and that supplication and grief and ardour of thine is My messenger (to thee).
حیله‌ها و چاره‌جوییهای تو ** جذب ما بود و گشاد این پای تو
Thy shifts and attempts to find a means (of gaining access to Me) were (in reality) My drawing (thee towards Me), and released thy feet (from the bonds of worldliness).
ترس و عشق تو کمند لطف ماست ** زیر هر یا رب تو لبیکهاست
Thy fear and love are the noose to catch My favour: beneath every ‘O Lord’ (of thine) is many a ‘Here am I’ (from Me).”
جان جاهل زین دعا جز دور نیست ** زانک یا رب گفتنش دستور نیست
Far from this prayer is the soul of the fool, because to him it is not permitted to cry “O Lord.”