آنک خواهی گفت تو با خاک من ** برفشان بر مدرک غمناک من
That which thou wilt say (hereafter) to my dust—strew it (now) upon my sorrowful perception!”
لابه کردن موش مر چغز را کی بهانه میندیش و در نسیه مینداز انجاح این حاجت مرا کی فی التاخیر آفات و الصوفی ابن الوقت و ابن دست از دامن پدر باز ندارد و اب مشفق صوفی کی وقتست او را بنگرش به فردا محتاج نگرداند چندانش مستغرق دارد در گلزار سریع الحسابی خویش نه چون عوام منتظر مستقبل نباشد نهری باشد نه دهری کی لا صباح عند الله و لا مساء ماضی و مستقبل و ازل و ابد آنجا نباشد آدم سابق و دجال مسبوق نباشد کی این رسوم در خطه‌ی عقل جز وی است و روح حیوانی در عالم لا مکان و لا زمان این رسوم نباشد پس او ابن وقتیست کی لا یفهم منه الا نفی تفرقة الا زمنة چنانک از الله واحد فهم شود نفی دوی نی حقیقت واحدی
How the mouse humbly entreated the frog, saying, “Do not think of pretexts and do not defer the fulfilment of this request of mine, for ‘there are dangers in delay,’ and ‘the Súfí is the son of the moment.’” A son (child) does not withdraw his hand from the skirt of his father, and the Súfí's kind father, who is the “moment,” does not let him be reduced to the necessity of looking to the morrow (but) keeps him all the while absorbed, unlike the common folk, in (contemplation of) the garden of his (the father's) swift (immediate) reckoning. He (the Súfí) does not wait for the future. He is of the (timeless) River, not of Time, for “with God is neither morn nor eve”: there the past and the future and time without beginning and time without end do not exist: Adam is not prior nor is Dajjál (Antichrist) posterior. (All) these terms belong to the domain of the particular (discursive) reason and the animal soul: they are not (applicable) in the non-spatial and non-temporal world. Therefore he is the son of that “moment” by which is to be understood only a denial of the division of times (into several categories), just as (the statement) “God is One” is to be understood as a denial of duality, not as (expressing) the real nature of unity.
صوفیی را گفت خواجه‌ی سیم‌پاش ** ای قدمهای ترا جانم فراش
A certain Khwája, accustomed to scatter (pieces of) silver, said to a Súfí, “O you for whose feet my soul is a carpet,
یک درم خواهی تو امروز ای شهم ** یا که فردا چاشتگاهی سه درم 2715
Would you like one dirhem to-day, my king, or three dirhems at breakfast-time to-morrow?”
گفت دی نیم درم راضی‌ترم ** زانک امروز این و فردا صد درم
He replied, “I am more pleased with (the possession of) half a dirhem yesterday than with (the promise of) this (one dirhem) to-day and a hundred dirhems to-morrow.”
سیلی نقد از عطاء نسیه به ** نک قفا پیشت کشیدم نقد ده
(The mouse said), “A slap (given) in cash (immediately) is better than a donation (paid) on credit (hereafter): lo, I put the nape of my neck before thee: give (me) the cash!
خاصه آن سیلی که از دست توست ** که قفا و سیلیش مست توست
Especially as the slap is from thy hand, for both the nape and the slap inflicted on it are intoxicated (enraptured) with thee.
هین بیا ای جان جان و صد جهان ** خوش غنیمت دار نقد این زمان
Hark, come, O soul of my soul and (O thou who art the soul) of a hundred worlds, gladly take the opportunity of (seizing) the cash of this (present) moment.
در مدزد آن روی مه از شب روان ** سرمکش زین جوی ای آب روان 2720
Do not stealthily remove thy moon-like face from the night-travellers, do not withdraw thyself from this river-bed, O flowing water,
تا لب جو خندد از آب معین ** لب لب جو سر برآرد یاسمین
(But flow) in order that the river-bank may laugh (may be made to blossom) by the running water, and that jasmines may rear their heads on each brim of the river.”
چون ببینی بر لب جو سبزه مست ** پس بدان از دور که آنجا آب هست
When you see that verdure is fresh on the river-brim, then (you may) know (even) from afar that water is there.
گفت سیماهم وجوه کردگار ** که بود غماز باران سبزه‌زار
The Maker hath said, “Their mark is (on) their faces,” for the verdant orchard tells a tale of rain.
گر ببارد شب نبیند هیچ کس ** که بود در خواب هر نفس و نفس
If it rains during the night, no one sees (the rain), for (then) every soul and breath is asleep;
تازگی هر گلستان جمیل ** هست بر باران پنهانی دلیل 2725
(But) the freshness of every beauteous rose-garden is (clear) evidence of the rain (that was) hidden (from view).
ای اخی من خاکیم تو آبیی ** لیک شاه رحمت و وهابیی
(The mouse said), “O comrade, I am of the earth, thou art of the water; but thou art the king of mercy and munificence.
آن‌چنان کن از عطا و از قسم ** که گه و بی‌گه به خدمت می‌رسم
By way of (conferring) bounty and dispensing (favour) so act that I may attain to (the privilege of) serving thee early and late.
بر لب جو من به جان می‌خوانمت ** می‌نبینم از اجابت مرحمت
I am always calling thee on the river-bank with (all) my soul, (but) I never experience the mercy of response.
آمدن در آب بر من بسته شد ** زانک ترکیبم ز خاکی رسته شد
Entrance into the water is barred against me because my (bodily) frame has grown from a piece of earth.
یا رسولی یا نشانی کن مدد ** تا ترا از بانگ من آگه کند 2730
Use the aid either of a messenger or a token to make thee aware of my (piteous) cry.”
بحث کردند اندرین کار آن دو یار ** آخر آن بحث آن آمد قرار
The two friends debated on this (matter): at the close of the debate it was settled
که به دست آرند یک رشته‌ی دراز ** تا ز جذب رشته گردد کشف راز
That they should procure a long string, in order that by pulling the string the secret should be revealed.
یک سری بر پای این بنده‌ی دوتو ** بست باید دیگرش بر پای تو
(The mouse said), “One end must be tied to the foot of this slave (who is bent) double, and the other (end) to thy foot,
تا به هم آییم زین فن ما دو تن ** اندر آمیزیم چون جان با بدن
That by this device we two persons may come together and mingle as the soul with the body.”
هست تن چون ریسمان بر پای جان ** می‌کشاند بر زمینش ز آسمان 2735
The body is like a string (tied) on the foot of the soul, drawing it (down) from Heaven to earth.
چغز جان در آب خواب بیهشی ** رسته از موش تن آید در خوشی
When the frog-like soul escapes from the mouse-like body into the water, (which is) the sleep of unconsciousness, it enters into a happy state;
موش تن زان ریسمان بازش کشد ** چند تلخی زین کشش جان می‌چشد
(But) the mouse-like body pulls it back with that string: how much bitterness does the soul taste from this pulling!