زین قدر خرپشته مردی از شکوه ** چون روی بر عقبه‌های هم‌چو کوه
You are dead with fear of a ridge of this (small) size: how will you climb up precipices (big) as a mountain?
غازیان کشتند کافر را بتیغ ** هم در آن ساعت ز حمیت بی‌دریغ
The warriors, (moved) by (religious) zeal, at that very instant ruthlessly put the infidel to the sword.
بر رخ صوفی زدند آب و گلاب ** تا به هوش آید ز بی‌خویشی و خواب 3760
They sprinkled water and rose-water on the face of the Súfí, that he might recover from his unconsciousness and the sleep (of his senses).
چون به خویش آمد بدید آن قوم را ** پس بپرسیدند چون بد ماجرا
When he came to himself, he saw the party (of soldiers), and they asked him how it had happened,
الله الله این چه حالست ای عزیز ** این چنین بیهوش گشتی از چه چیز
(Saying), “God! God! what is the matter, O worshipful one? By what thing wert thou made so senseless?
از اسیر نیم‌کشت بسته‌دست ** این چنین بیهوش افتادی و پست
Was a half-killed pinioned infidel the cause of thy falling into such a senseless and abject plight?”
گفت چون قصد سرش کردم به خشم ** طرفه در من بنگرید آن شوخ‌چشم
He replied, “When I attempted (to cut off) his head in anger, the impudent fellow looked at me queerly.
چشم را وا کرد پهن او سوی من ** چشم گردانید و شد هوشم ز تن 3765
He opened his eyes wide at me: he rolled his eyes, and consciousness vanished from my body.
گردش چشمش مرا لشکر نمود ** من ندانم گفت چون پر هول بود
The rolling of his eyes seemed to me an army: I cannot describe how terrible it was.
قصه کوته کن کزان چشم این چنین ** رفتم از خود اوفتادم بر زمین
(Let me) cut the story short: from (fright at) those eyes I became so beside myself and fell to the ground.”
نصیحت مبارزان او را کی با این دل و زهره کی تو داری کی از کلابیسه شدن چشم کافر اسیری دست بسته بیهوش شوی و دشنه از دست بیفتد زنهار زنهار ملازم مطبخ خانقاه باش و سوی پیکار مرو تا رسوا نشوی
How the champions (of Islam) counselled him, saying, “Since thou hast so little heart (courage) and stomach (pluck) that thou art made senseless by the rolling of a captive and pinioned infidel's eyes, so that the dagger drops from thy hand, take heed, take heed! Keep to the kitchen of the Súfí convent and do not go to battle lest thou incur public disgrace!”