گر قضا انداخت ما را در عذاب ** کی رود آن خو و طبع مستطاب
If Destiny has cast me into torment, (yet) how should that goodly disposition and nature depart (from me)?
گر گدا گشتم گدارو کی شوم ** ور لباسم کهنه گردد من نوم
If I have become a beggar, (yet) how should I have the face (impudence and greed) of a beggar? And if my (bodily) raiment become old, (yet) I am (spiritually) new.
سنبل و لاله و سپرغم نیز هم ** با هزاران ناز و نفرت خوردهام 920
I have eaten hyacinth and anemone and sweet basil too with a thousand disdains and disgusts.”