هود دادی پند که ای پر کبر خیل ** بر کند از دستتان این باد ذیل 4680
Húd admonished them, saying, “O prideful folk, this wind will tear out of your hands the skirt (to which ye are clinging).
لشکر حق است باد و از نفاق ** چند روزی با شما کرد اعتناق
The wind is God's army, and (only) in hypocrisy (deceit) has it embraced you for a few days.
او به سر با خالق خود راستست ** چون اجل آید بر آرد باد دست
Secretly it is loyal to its Creator: when the appointed term arrives, the wind will throw up its hands (and desert you).”
باد را اندر دهن بین ره‌گذر ** هر نفس آیان روان در کر و فر
See how the wind passes through the mouth, coming and going at every moment in advance and retreat.
حلق و دندان‌ها ازو آمن بود ** حق چو فرماید به دندان در فتد
The throat and teeth are in no danger from it; (but) when God commands, it attacks the teeth;
کوه گردد ذره‌ای باد و ثقیل ** درد دندان داردش زار و علیل 4685
(And then) a (mere) atom of wind becomes (like) a mountain and heavy, and toothache keeps him (the sufferer) miserable and ill.
این همان بادست که امن می‌گذشت ** بود جان کشت و گشت او مرگ کشت
This is the same wind that used to pass by harmlessly: it was the life of the crops and it became the death of the crops.
دست آن کس که بکردت دست‌بوس ** وقت خشم آن دست می‌گردد دبوس
The hand of the person who (formerly) kissed thy hand—in the moment of anger that hand becomes a mace.
یا رب و یا رب بر آرد او ز جان ** که ببر این باد را ای مستعان
He (who has toothache) cries from his soul, “O Lord! O Lord! Take away this wind, O Thou whose aid is besought (by all)!
ای دهان غافل بدی زین باد رو ** از بن دندان در استغفار شو
O mouth, thou wert heedless of this wind: (now) go and betake thyself to asking pardon of God with utter abasement.”
چشم سختش اشک‌ها باران کند ** منکران را درد الله‌خوان کند 4690
His hard eye (now) sheds tears like rain: (only) pain causes the unbelievers to call unto God.
چون دم مردان نپذرفتی ز مرد ** وحی حق را هین پذیرا شو ز درد
Since thou hast not received the breath (inspiration) of (holy) men from a (holy) man, hark, receive the Divine inspiration from pain.
باد گوید پیکم از شاه بشر ** گه خبر خیر آورم گه شوم و شر
The wind says, “I am a messenger from the King of mankind: now I bring good news, now calamitous and bad;
ز آنک مامورم امیر خود نیم ** من چو تو غافل ز شاه خود کیم
For I am subject to command, I am not in command of myself: when am I forgetful, like thee, of my King?
گر سلیمان‌وار بودی حال تو ** چون سلیمان گشتمی حمال تو
If thy (spiritual) state resembled that of Solomon, I should have carried thee as (I carried) Solomon.
عاریه‌ستم گشتمی ملک کفت ** کردمی بر راز خود من واقفت 4695
I am (only) lent (to thee); I should have become a possession in thy hand: I should have made thee acquainted with my mystery.
لیک چون تو یاغیی من مستعار ** می‌کنم خدمت ترا روزی سه چار
But since thou art rebellious and I am (only) taken on loan to serve thee for three or four days,
پس چو عادت سرنگونی‌ها دهم ** ز اسپه تو یاغیانه بر جهم
Therefore I will lay thee low, like ‘Ád, and dash away in revolt from thy army,
تا به غیب ایمان تو محکم شود ** آن زمان که ایمانت مایه‌ی غم شود
In order that thy faith in the Unseen may become firm at the moment when thy faith is (only) a source of woe.”
آن زمان خود جملگان مؤمن شوند ** آن زمان خود سرکشان بر سر دوند
(For) at that moment, in sooth, all become believers: at that moment even the (most) headstrong run on their heads.
آن زمان زاری کنند و افتقار ** هم‌چو دزد و راه‌زن در زیر دار 4700
At that moment they cry piteously and make humble supplication, like robbers and brigands under the gibbet.
لیک گر در غیب گردی مستوی ** مالک دارین و شحنه‌ی خود توی
But if you become upright in (your faith in) the Unseen, you are owner of the two worlds and a magistrate (exercising sovereign authority) over yourself.
شحنگی و پادشاهی مقیم ** نه دو روزه و مستعارست و سقیم
The abiding (spiritual) magistracy and kingship is not (something) taken on loan for two days and ailing (perishable).
رستی از بیگار و کار خود کنی ** هم تو شاه و هم تو طبل خود زنی
(Possessing that) you are delivered from strife and can act for yourself: you are king and at the same time beating your own drum.
چون گلو تنگ آورد بر ما جهان ** خاک خوردی کاشکی حلق و دهان
When the World squeezes our throats tightly, would that our gullets and mouths had eaten (only) earth!