در دل ما لاله‌زار و گلشنیست ** پیری و پژمردگی را راه نیست2935
In our hearts is an anemone-field and rose-garden: there is no way (of entrance) for old age and decay;
دایما تر و جوانیم و لطیف ** تازه و شیرین و خندان و ظریف
We are ever fresh and young and gracious, unfaded and sweet and laughing and debonair.
پیش ما صد سال و یکساعت یکیست ** که دراز و کوته از ما منفکیست
To us a hundred years are the same as a single hour, for long and short (time) is a thing disjoined from us.
آن دراز و کوتهی در جسمهاست ** آن دراز و کوته اندر جان کجاست
That length and shortness is in bodies (alone): where is that long and short in the soul?
سیصد و نه سال آن اصحاب کهف ** پیششان یک روز بی اندوه و لهف
The three hundred and nine years of the Men of the Cave seemed to them one day (that passed) without grief and woe;
وانگهی بنمودشان یک روز هم ** که به تن باز آمد ارواح از عدم2940
And (only) then did it seem to them one day even, when their spirits came back from non-existence into their bodies.
چون نباشد روز و شب یا ماه و سال ** کی بود سیری و پیری و ملال
When there is no day and night and month and year, how should there be satiety and old age and weariness?
در گلستان عدم چون بی‌خودیست ** مستی از سغراق لطف ایزدیست
Since there is (for us) selflessness in the rose-garden of non-existence, there is (for us) intoxication caused by the goblet of Divine grace.
لم یذق لم یدر هر کس کو نخورد ** کی بوهم آرد جعل انفاس ورد
Any one that has not drunk (thereof is in the same case as those to whom the saying, ‘Whoso) has not tasted does not know’ (is applicable): how should the dung-beetle conceive the (fragrant) breaths of the rose?
نیست موهوم ار بدی موهوم آن ** همچو موهومان شدی معدوم آن
It is not conceivable: if it were conceivable, it would become non-existent, like (all) objects of conception.