شهر شهر و خانه خانه قصه کرد ** نی رگش جنبید و نی رخ گشت زرد

She told stories of many a town and many a house, (and still) no vein of her quivered nor did her cheek grow pale.

نبض او بر حال خود بد بی‌‌گزند ** تا بپرسید از سمرقند چو قند

Her pulse remained in its normal state, unimpaired, till he asked about Samarcand, the (city) sweet as candy.

نبض جست و روی سرخ و زرد شد ** کز سمرقندی زرگر فرد شد

(Thereat) her pulse jumped and her face went red and pale (by turns), for she had been parted from a man of Samarcand, a goldsmith.

چون ز رنجور آن حکیم این راز یافت ** اصل آن درد و بلا را باز یافت‌‌

When the physician found out this secret from the sick (girl), he discerned the source of that grief and woe.

گفت کوی او کدام است در گذر ** او سر پل گفت و کوی غاتفر 170

He said: “Which is his quarter in passing (through the town)?” “Sar-i Pul (Bridgehead),” she replied, “and Ghátafar street.”

گفت دانستم که رنجت چیست زود ** در خلاصت سحرها خواهم نمود

Said he: “I know what your illness is and I will at once display the arts of magic in delivering you.

شاد باش و فارغ و ایمن که من ** آن کنم با تو که باران با چمن‌‌

Be glad and care-free and have no fear, for I will do to you that which rain does to the meadow.

من غم تو می‌‌خورم تو غم مخور ** بر تو من مشفق‌‌ترم از صد پدر

I will be anxious for you, be not you anxious: I am kinder to you than a hundred fathers.

هان و هان این راز را با کس مگو ** گر چه از تو شه کند بس جستجو

Beware! tell not this secret to any one, not though the king should make much inquiry from you.

چون که اسرارت نهان در دل شود ** آن مرادت زودتر حاصل شود 175

When your heart becomes the grave of your secret, that desire of yours will be gained more quickly.”