Love, the magistrate who exacts vengeance repeatedly, will lay the fiery cauldron (of separation) on its breast,
که بیا سوی مه و بگذر ز گرد ** شاه عشقت خواند زوتر باز گرد
Saying, “Come to the Moon and leave the dust behind; Love, the King, calls thee: return with all speed!”
گرد این بام و کبوترخانه من ** چون کبوتر پر زنم مستانه من
I am flying ecstatically, like a pigeon, about this roof and pigeon-house.
جبرئیل عشقم و سدره‌م توی ** من سقیمم عیسی مریم توی
I am Love's Gabriel, and thou art my Lotus-tree; I am the sick man, and thou art (my) Jesus son of Mary.
جوش ده آن بحر گوهربار را ** خوش بپرس امروز این بیمار را
Let that pearl-shedding sea (of thine) break into surge: to-day ask kindly after this ailing one.
چون تو آن او شدی بحر آن اوست ** گرچه این دم نوبت بحران اوست 2000
When thou hast become his, the sea (of spiritual mysteries) is his, even though this is the hour of his crisis.
این خود آن ناله‌ست کو کرد آشکار ** آنچ پنهانست یا رب زینهار
This (Mathnawí) is only the wailful music that he has uttered; (as for) that which is (kept) hidden (within him), (have) mercy, O Lord!
دو دهان داریم گویا هم‌چو نی ** یک دهان پنهانست در لبهای وی
We have two vocal mouths, like the reed: one mouth is hidden in his lips.
یک دهان نالان شده سوی شما ** های هویی در فکنده در هوا
One mouth is wailing unto you: it lets (many) a shrill note fall on the air;
لیک داند هر که او را منظرست ** که فغان این سری هم زان سرست
But every one who hath insight knows that the lamentation (issuing) at this end is (inspired) from that end.
دمدمه‌ی این نای از دمهای اوست ** های هوی روح از هیهای اوست 2005
The noise of this reed is from his breaths: the spirit's outcry is from his outcry.
گر نبودی با لبش نی را سمر ** نی جهان را پر نکردی از شکر
If the reed had no converse with his lip, the reed would not fill the world with (music sweet as) sugar.
با کی خفتی وز چه پهلو خاستی ** که چنین پر جوش چون دریاستی
With whom hast thou slept and from what (whose) side hast thou risen, that thou art so full of agitation, like the sea?
یا ابیت عند ربی خواندی ** در دل دریای آتش راندی
Or hast thou recited (the words of the Prophet), “I pass the night with my Lord,” and plunged into the heart of the sea of fire?
نعره‌ی یا نار کونی باردا ** عصمت جان تو گشت ای مقتدا
The shout (of God), “O fire, be cool,” became a protection to thy spirit, O exemplar (for all).
ای ضیاء الحق حسام دین و دل ** کی توان اندود خورشیدی به گل 2010
O Radiance of God, Husám (Sword) religious and spiritual, how can a sun be daubed over with clay?
قصد کردستند این گل‌پاره‌ها ** که بپوشانند خورشید ترا
These lumps of clay (thy detractors) attempted (in vain) to cover up thy sun.
در دل که لعلها دلال تست ** باغها از خنده مالامال تست
The rubies in the mountain's heart are brokers (advertisers) of thee; the orchards in (their) laughter (full-blown beauty) are filled to the brim with thee.
محرم مردیت را کو رستمی ** تا ز صد خرمن یکی جو گفتمی
For one familiar (as I am) with thy manhood, where is a Rustam that I might tell (him) a single barley-corn (thereof) out of (thy) hundred stacks?
چون بخواهم کز سرت آهی کنم ** چون علی سر را فرو چاهی کنم
When I wish to sigh forth thy secret, like ‘Alí I put my head down into a well.
چونک اخوان را دل کینه‌ورست ** یوسفم را قعر چه اولیترست 2015
Since his brethren have vindictive hearts, the bottom of the well is (the) best (place) for my Joseph.
مست گشتم خویش بر غوغا زنم ** چه چه باشد خیمه بر صحرا زنم
I have become intoxicated, I will set about making a row: what of the well? I will pitch my tent in the open plain.
بر کف من نه شراب آتشین ** وانگه آن کر و فر مستانه بین
Put the fiery wine in my hand, and then behold the pomp and glory that is enjoyed by the drunken!
منتظر گو باش بی گنج آن فقیر ** زآنک ما غرقیم این دم در عصیر
Bid the fakir wait (though he is still) without the treasure, for at this moment we are drowned in the syrup (of union).