صبح شد ای صبح را پشت و پناه ** عذر مخدومی حسام الدین بخواه‌‌

’Tis dawn. O Thou who art the Dawn of the dawn and its Refuge, ask pardon (for me) of my Lord Husámu’ddín!

عذر خواه عقل کل و جان تویی ** جان جان و تابش مرجان تویی‌‌

Thou art He who asketh pardon of the Universal Mind and Soul, Thou art the Soul of the soul and the Splendour of the coral.

تافت نور صبح و ما از نور تو ** در صبوحی با می منصور تو

The light of dawn has shone forth, and from Thy light we are engaged in drinking the morning-drink with the wine of Thy Mansúr.

داده‌‌ی تو چون چنین دارد مرا ** باده که بود کاو طرب آرد مرا 1810

Inasmuch as Thy gift keeps me thus (enravished), who (what) is (other) wine that it should bring me rapture?

باده در جوشش گدای جوش ماست ** چرخ در گردش گدای هوش ماست‌‌

Wine in ferment is a beggar suing for our ferment; Heaven in revolution is a beggar suing for our consciousness.

باده از ما مست شد نی ما از او ** قالب از ما هست شد نی ما از او

Wine became intoxicated with us, not we with it; the body came into being from us, not we from it.

ما چو زنبوریم و قالبها چو موم ** خانه خانه کرده قالب را چو موم‌‌

We are as bees, and bodies are as wax (honeycomb): we have made the body, cell by cell, like wax.

رجوع به حکایت خواجه‌‌ی تاجر

Reverting to the tale of the merchant who went to trade (in India).

بس دراز است این حدیث خواجه گو ** تا چه شد احوال آن مرد نکو

This (discourse) is very long. Tell the story of the merchant, that we may see what happened to that good man.

خواجه اندر آتش و درد و حنین ** صد پراکنده همی‌‌گفت این چنین‌‌ 1815

The merchant in fire (burning grief) and anguish and yearning was uttering a hundred distracted phrases like this,

گه تناقض گاه ناز و گه نیاز ** گاه سودای حقیقت گه مجاز

Now self-contradiction, now disdain, now supplication, now passion for reality, now metaphor (unreality).