صوفیی گشته به پیش این لام ** الخیاطه واللواطه والسلام
With these base scoundrels Súfism has become patching and sodomy, and that is all.
بر خیال آن صفا و نام نیک ** رنگ پوشیدن نکو باشد ولیک 365
To wear colours (coloured garments) with the fancy of (attaining to) that purity and good name is good (commendable), but
بر خیالش گر روی تا اصل او ** نی چو عباد خیال تو به تو
(Only) if, with the fancy thereof, you go on (till you attain) to its (essential) principle; not like those who worship (worldly) fancies manifold.
دور باش غیرتت آمد خیال ** گرد بر گرد سراپرده‌ی جمال
Your fancy is the baton of (Divine) jealousy (which prevents you from prowling) round about the curtained pavilion of (Divine) Beauty;
بسته هر جوینده را که راه نیست ** هر خیالش پیش می‌آید بیست
It (fancy) bars every seeker, saying, “There is no way (admission)”: every fancy confronts him (the seeker) and says “Stop!”—
جز مگر آن تیزکوش تیزهوش ** کش بود از جیش نصرتهاش جوش
Except, indeed, that person of sharp hearing and keen intelligence who possesses enthusiasm (derived) from the host of His (God's) helps (to victory).
نجهد از تخییلها نی شه شود ** تیر شه بنماید آنگه ره شود 370
He does not recoil from the fancies (which bar the way) nor is he checked: he shows the King's arrow (token); then way is made (for him to enter).
این دل سرگشته را تدبیر بخش ** وین کمانهای دوتو را تیر بخش
(O God), bestow forethought on this bewildered heart, and bestow the arrow (of resolution) on these bows bent double.
جرعه‌ای بر ریختی زان خفیه جام ** بر زمین خاک من کاس الکرام
From that hidden goblet (of Thine) Thou hast poured out of the cup of the noble (prophets and saints) a draught over the dusty earth.
هست بر زلف و رخ از جرعه‌ش نشان ** خاک را شاهان همی‌لیسند از آن
From the draught thereof there is a trace on the locks and cheeks (of the fair): hence kings lick the earth (of which the bodies of the fair are made).
جرعه حسنست اندر خاک گش ** که به صد دل روز و شب می‌بوسیش
’Tis the draught of (Divine) beauty—(mingled) in the lovely earth—that thou art kissing with a hundred hearts day and night.
جرعه خاک آمیز چون مجنون کند ** مر ترا تا صاف او خود چون کند 375
Since the draught, when mingled with dust, makes thee mad, think how its pure essence would affect thee!
هر کسی پیش کلوخی جامه‌چاک ** که آن کلوخ از حسن آمد جرعه‌ناک
Every one is tattered (torn with emotion) in the presence of a clod that has received a draught of Beauty.
جرعه‌ای بر ماه و خورشید و حمل ** جرعه‌ای بر عرش و کرسی و زحل
(There is) a draught (poured) on the moon and the sun and Aries; (there is) a draught (poured) on the Throne and the Footstool and Saturn.
جرعه گوییش ای عجب یا کیمیا ** که ز اسیبش بود چندین بها
Oh, I wonder, wilt thou call it a draught or an elixir, since from contact with it so many splendours arise?
جد طلب آسیب او ای ذوفنون ** لا یمس ذاک الا المطهرون
Earnestly seek contact with it, O accomplished man: none shall touch it except the purified.
جرعه‌ای بر زر و بر لعل و درر ** جرعه‌ای بر خمر و بر نقل و ثمر 380
One draught (is poured) on gold and rubies and pearls; one draught (is poured) on wine and dessert and fruits;
جرعه‌ای بر روی خوبان لطاف ** تا چگونه باشد آن راواق صاف
One draught on the faces of the charming fair: (consider, then,) how (marvellous) must be that pure wine!
چون همی مالی زبان را اندرین ** چون شوی چون بینی آن را بی ز طین
Inasmuch as thou rubbest thy tongue (even) on this (earthly draught), how (enamoured of it) wilt thou be when thou seest (tastest) it without the clay!
چونک وقت مرگ آن جرعه‌ی صفا ** زین کلوخ تن به مردن شد جدا
When at the hour of death that pure draught is separated from the bodily clod by dying,
آنچ می‌ماند کنی دفنش تو زود ** این چنین زشتی بدان چون گشته بود
Thou quickly buriest that which remains, since it had been made such an ugly thing by that (separation).
جان چو بی این جیفه بنماید جمال ** من نتانم گفت لطف آن وصال 385
When the Spirit displays its beauty without this carcase, I cannot express the loveliness of that union.
مه چو بی‌این ابر بنماید ضیا ** شرح نتوان کرد زان کار و کیا
When the Moon displays its radiance without this cloud, ’tis impossible to describe that glory and majesty.
حبذا آن مطبخ پر نوش و قند ** کین سلاطین کاسه‌لیسان ویند
How delightful is that Kitchen full of honey and sugar, of which these (worldly) monarchs are (only) the lick-platters!
حبذا آن خرمن صحرای دین ** که بود هر خرمن آن را دانه‌چین
How delightful is that Stack in the spiritual field, of which every (other) stack is (only) the gleaner!