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.”
بر دهان و بر دلش قفلست و بند ** تا ننالد با خدا وقت گزند
On his mouth and heart are lock and bolt, to the end that he may not moan unto God in the hour of bale.
داد مر فرعون را صد ملک و مال ** تا بکرد او دعوی عز و جلال200
He (God) gave to Pharaoh hundredfold possessions and riches, so that he claimed (Divine) might and majesty.
در همه عمرش ندید او درد سر ** تا ننالد سوی حق آن بدگهر
In his whole life that man of evil nature felt no (spiritual) headache, lest he should moan unto God.
داد او را جمله ملک این جهان ** حق ندادش درد و رنج و اندهان
God gave him all the empire of this world, (but) He did not give him grief and pain and sorrows.
درد آمد بهتر از ملک جهان ** تا بخوانی مر خدا را در نهان
Grief is better than the empire of the world, so that you may call unto God in secret.
خواندن بی درد از افسردگیست ** خواندن با درد از دل‌بردگیست
The call of the griefless is from a frozen heart, the call of the grieving one is from rapture: