The withering of his palm-tree tells plainly that the tree was drawing moisture from the son.
ای بسا کاریز پنهان هم‌چنین ** متصل با جانتان یا غافلین
How many a hidden conduit is connected in like fashion with your souls, O ye heedless ones!
ای کشیده ز آسمان و از زمین ** مایه‌ها تا گشته جسم تو سمین
O thou who hast drawn stocks (of nourishment) from heaven and earth, so that thy body has grown fat,
عاریه‌ست این کم همی‌باید فشارد ** کانچ بگرفتی همی‌باید گزارد
(All) this is a loan: thou need’st not stuff (thy body) so much, for thou must needs pay back what thou hast taken—
جز نفخت کان ز وهاب آمدست ** روح را باش آن دگرها بیهدست
(All) except (that of which God said) “I breathed,” for that hath come from the Munificent. Cleave to the spirit! The other things are vain.
بیهده نسبت به جان می‌گویمش ** نی بنسبت با صنیع محکمش 3595
I call them vain in relation to the spirit, not in relation to His (their Maker's) consummate making.
بیان استمداد عارف از سرچشمه‌ی حیات ابدی و مستغنی شدن او از استمداد و اجتذاب از چشمه‌های آبهای بی‌وفا کی علامة ذالک التجافی عن دار الغرور کی آدمی چون بر مددهای آن چشمه‌ها اعتماد کند در طلب چشمه‌ی باقی دایم سست شود کاری ز درون جان تو می‌باید کز عاریه‌ها ترا دری نگشاید یک چشمه‌ی آب از درون خانه به زان جویی که آن ز بیرون آید
Explaining that the gnostic seeks replenishment from the Fountainhead of everlasting life and that he is relieved of any need to seek replenishment and draw (supplies) from the fountains of inconstant water; and the sign thereof is his holding aloof from the abode of delusion; for when a man relies on the replenishments drawn from those fountains, he slackens in his search for the Fountain everlasting and permanent. “A work done from within thy soul is necessary, for no door will be opened to thee by things given on loan. A water-spring inside the house is better than an aqueduct that comes from outside.”
حبذا کاریز اصل چیزها ** فارغت آرد ازین کاریزها
How goodly is the Conduit which is the source of (all) things! It makes you independent of these (other) conduits.
تو ز صد ینبوع شربت می‌کشی ** هرچه زان صد کم شود کاهد خوشی
You are quaffing drink from a hundred fountains: whenever any of those hundred yields less, your pleasure is diminished;
چون بجوشید از درون چشمه‌ی سنی ** ز استراق چشمه‌ها گردی غنی
(But) when the sublime Fountain gushes from within (you), no longer need you steal from the (other) fountains.
قرةالعینت چو ز آب و گل بود ** راتبه‌ی این قره درد دل بود
Since your eye is rejoiced by water and earth, heart's sorrow is the payment for this joy.