باز خود را سرنگون از کوه او ** می‌فکندی از غم و اندوه او
(Then) again, from grief and sorrow, he would be on the point of throwing himself headlong from the mountain,
باز خود پیدا شدی آن جبرئیل ** که مکن این ای تو شاه بی‌بدیل
And once more Gabriel would appear in person, saying, “Do it not, O thou peerless (spiritual) king!”
هم‌چنین می‌بود تا کشف حجاب ** تا بیابید آن گهر را او ز جیب 3540
Even thus he would continue until the veil was lifted, so that he gained the pearl (of his desire) from the bosom (of his inmost consciousness).
بهر هر محنت چو خود را می‌کشند ** اصل محنتهاست این چونش کشند
Since people kill themselves on account of any affliction, this (separation from God) is the root of (all) afflictions: how should they endure it?
از فدایی مردمان را حیرتیست ** هر یکی از ما فدای سیرتیست
Men are amazed at the Fidá’í, (but) every one of us is a Fidá’í in his behaviour.
ای خنک آنک فدا کردست تن ** بهر آن کارزد فدای آن شدن
Oh, blest is he that has sacrificed his body for the sake of that for which it is worth while to sacrifice one's self.
هر یکی چونک فدایی فنیست ** کاندر آن ره صرف عمر و کشتنیست
Inasmuch as every one is devoted to some calling wherein he spends his life and is killed—
کشتنی اندر غروبی یا شروق ** که نه شایق ماند آنگه نه مشوق 3545
Is killed somewhere (either) in the West or in the East, at which time neither the desiring subject nor the desired object remains (in existence)—
باری این مقبل فدای این فنست ** کاندرو صد زندگی در کشتنست
After all, this fortunate man is devoted to the calling wherein a hundred lives are (gained) in being killed;
عاشق و معشوق و عشقش بر دوام ** در دو عالم بهرمند و نیک‌نام
Its lover and beloved and love are everlastingly prosperous and renowned in both worlds.
یا کرامی ارحموا اهل الهوی ** شانهم ورد التوی بعد التوی
O my generous friends, have pity on the votaries of passion: ’tis their business to go down to destruction after destruction.
عفو کن ای میر بر سختی او ** در نگر در درد و بدبختی او
(The people said), “O Amír, pardon his (the ascetic's) violence: consider his sorrow and ill-fortune,
تا ز جرمت هم خدا عفوی کند ** زلتت را مغفرت در آکند 3550
In order that God may pardon thy sins likewise and heap forgiveness on thy faults.
تو ز غفلت بس سبو بشکسته‌ای ** در امید عفو دل در بسته‌ای
Thou hast heedlessly broken many a jug and set thy heart on the hope of pardon.
عفو کن تا عفو یابی در جزا ** می‌شکافد مو قدر اندر سزا
Pardon, that thou mayst win pardon in return: the (Divine) decree splits hairs (is exceedingly scrupulous) in (giving every one his) deserts.”
جواب گفتن امیر مر آن شفیعان را و همسایگان زاهد را کی گستاخی چرا کرد و سبوی ما را چرا شکست من درین باب شفاعت قبول نخواهم کرد کی سوگند خورده‌ام کی سزای او را بدهم
How the Amír answered those neighbours of the ascetic who interceded for him: “Why,” said he, “did he behave (so) impudently and why did he break my jug (of wine)? I will not listen to intercession in this matter, for I have sworn to punish him as he deserves.”
میر گفت او کیست کو سنگی زند ** بر سبوی ما سبو را بشکند
The Amír said, “Who is he that he should throw a stone at my jug and break it?
چون گذر سازد ز کویم شیر نر ** ترس ترسان بگذرد با صد حذر
When the fierce lion passes through my quarter, he passes in great affright and with a hundred precautions.
بنده‌ی ما را چرا آزرد دل ** کرد ما را پیش مهمانان خجل 3555
Why did he vex the heart of my slave and put me to shame before my guests?
شربتی که به ز خون اوست ریخت ** این زمان هم‌چون زنان از ما گریخت
He spilt a beverage that is better than his (own) blood, and now he has fled from me, like women.
لیک جان از دست من او کی برد ** گیر هم‌چون مرغ بالا بر پرد
But how shall he save his life from my hand? (Even) suppose that he flies up on high like a bird,
تیر قهر خویش بر پرش زنم ** پر و بال مردریگش بر کنم
I will shoot the arrow of my vengeance at his wings, I will tear out his good-for-nothing wings and feathers.
گر رود در سنگ سخت از کوششم ** از دل سنگش کنون بیرون کشم
If he enter the hard rock (to escape) from my pursuit, I will drag him forth from the heart of the rock just now.
من برانم بر تن او ضربتی ** که بود قوادکان را عبرتی 3560
I will inflict on his body such a blow as will be a warning to base scoundrels.
با همه سالوس با ما نیز هم ** داد او و صد چو او این دم دهم
Hypocrisy to all and even to me! I will give him and a hundred like him their due at this moment.”
خشم خون‌خوارش شده بد سرکشی ** از دهانش می بر آمد آتشی
His (the Amír's) bloodthirsty wrath had become a rebel: a fire (of rage) was coming up from his mouth.
دو بار دست و پای امیر را بوسیدن و لابه کردن شفیعان و همسایگان زاهد
How the neighbours of the ascetic, who were interceding for him, kissed the hands and feet of the Amír and humbly entreated him a second time.