نه طریق و نه رفیق و نه امان ** دست کرده آن فرشته سوی جان175
(When there is) neither way (of escape) nor comrade (to help) nor (hope of) quarter, (and when) the Angel (of Death) has put out his hand to (seize) the soul.
آنچنان کین زن در آن حجره جفا ** خشک شد او و حریفش ز ابتلا
(Such is the state of the hypocrite), even as this woman in that chamber of iniquity was paralysed, she and her companion, by the tribulation.
گفت صوفی با دل خود کای دو گبر ** از شما کینه کشم لیکن به صبر
The Súfí said to himself, ‘O ye two miscreants, I will take vengeance on you, but with patience.
لیک نادانسته آرم این نفس ** تا که هر گوشی ننوشد این جرس
(I will not act in haste) but at this moment I will feign ignorance, that every ear may not hear this bell.’
از شما پنهان کشد کینه محق ** اندک اندک هم‌چو بیماری دق
He (God) who manifests the right takes vengeance on you secretly, little by little, like the malady of phthisis.
مرد دق باشد چو یخ هر لحظه کم ** لیک پندارد بهر دم بهترم180
The man suffering from phthisis dwindles incessantly like ice, but at every moment he thinks he is better.
هم‌چو کفتاری که می‌گیرندش و او ** غره‌ی آن گفت کین کفتار کو
(He is) like the hyena which they (the hunters) are catching, and which is duped by their saying, ‘Where is this hyena?’
هیچ پنهان‌خانه آن زن را نبود ** سمج و دهلیز و ره بالا نبود
That woman had no secret room; she had no subterranean cellar or passage, no way to the top (of the house),
نه تنوری که در آن پنهان شود ** نه جوالی که حجاب آن شود
No oven where he (her lover) might be concealed, nor any sack that might be a screen for him.
هم‌چو عرصه‌ی پهن روز رستخیز ** نه گو و نه پشته نه جای گریز
’Twas like the broad plain of Resurrection Day—no hollow or hillock or place of refuge.