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گلشنی کز بقل روید یک دمست ** گلشنی کز عقل روید خرمست
- The flowers that grow from plants are (living but) a moment; the flowers that grow from Reason are (ever) fresh.
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گلشنی کز گل دمد گردد تباه ** گلشنی کز دل دمد وافر حتاه 4650
- The flowers that bloom from earth become faded; the flowers that bloom from the heart—oh, what a joy!
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علم‌های با مزه‌ی دانسته‌مان ** زان گلستان یک دو سه گل‌دسته دان
- Know that (all) the delightful sciences known to us are (only) two or three bunches of flowers from that Garden.
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زان زبون این دو سه گل دسته‌ایم ** که در گلزار بر خود بسته‌ایم
- We are devoted to these two or three bunches of flowers because we have shut the Garden-door on ourselves.
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آن‌چنان مفتاح‌ها هر دم بنان ** می‌فتد ای جان دریغا از بنان
- Alas, O (dear) soul, (that) on account of (thy greed for) bread such (admirable) keys are always dropping from thy fingers!
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ور دمی هم فارغ آرندت ز نان ** گرد چادر گردی و عشق زنان
- And if for a moment thou art relieved from preoccupation with bread, thou danglest about the chádar and (givest thyself up to) thy passion for women;
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باز استسقات چون شد موج‌زن ** ملک شهری بایدت پر نان و زن 4655
- And then, when (the sea of) thy dropsy (lust) breaks into billows, thou must needs have under thy sway a (whole) city full of bread and women.
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مار بودی اژدها گشتی مگر ** یک سرت بود این زمانی هفت‌سر
- (At first) thou wert (only) a snake: (now) indeed thou hast become a dragon. Thou hadst (only) one head: now thou hast seven heads.
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اژدهای هفت‌سر دوزخ بود ** حرص تو دانه‌ست و دوزخ فخ بود
- Hell is a seven-headed dragon: thy greed is the bait and Hell the snare.
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دام را بدران بسوزان دانه را ** باز کن درهای نو این خانه را
- Pull the snare to pieces, burn the bait, open new doors in this (bodily) tenement!