نیست کسب امروز مهمان توام ** چنگ بهر تو زنم آن توام‌‌

نیست کسب امروز مهمان توام ** چنگ بهر تو زنم آن توام‌‌ 2085

I (can) earn nothing: to-day I am Thy guest, I will play the harp for Thee, I am Thine.”

چنگ را برداشت و شد الله جو ** سوی گورستان یثرب آه گو

He took up his harp and went in search of God to the graveyard of Medina, crying “Alas!”

گفت خواهم از حق ابریشم بها ** کاو به نیکویی پذیرد قلبها

He said, “I crave of God the price of silk (for harpstrings), for He in His kindness accepts adulterated coin.”

چون که زد بسیار و گریان سر نهاد ** چنگ بالین کرد و بر گوری فتاد

When he had played a long while and (then), weeping, laid his head down: he made the harp his pillow and dropped on a tomb.

خواب بردش مرغ جانش از حبس رست ** چنگ و چنگی را رها کرد و بجست‌‌

Sleep overtook him: the bird, his soul, escaped from captivity, it let harp and harper go and darted away.

گشت آزاد از تن و رنج جهان ** در جهان ساده و صحرای جان‌‌ 2090

It became freed from the body and the pain of this world in the simple (purely spiritual) world and the vast region of the soul.

جان او آن جا سرایان ماجرا ** کاندر اینجا گر بماندندی مرا

There his soul was singing what had befallen (it), saying, “If they would but let me stay here,

خوش بدی جانم در این باغ و بهار ** مست این صحرا و غیبی لاله‌‌زار

Happy would be my soul in this garden and springtide, drunken with this (far stretching) plain and mystic anemone-field.

بی‌‌پر و بی‌‌پا سفر می‌‌کردمی ** بی‌‌لب و دندان شکر می‌‌خوردمی‌‌

Without wing or foot I would be journeying, without lip or tooth I would be eating sugar.

ذکر و فکری فارغ از رنج دماغ ** کردمی با ساکنان چرخ لاغ‌‌

With a memory and thought free from brain-sickness, I would frolic with the dwellers in Heaven.