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.

چشم بسته عالمی می‌‌دیدمی ** ورد و ریحان بی‌‌کفی می‌‌چیدمی‌‌ 2095

With eye shut I would be seeing a (whole) world, without a hand I would be gathering roses and basil.”

مرغ آبی غرق دریای عسل ** عین ایوبی شراب و مغتسل‌‌

The water-bird (his soul) was plunged in a sea of honey— the fountain of Job, to drink and wash in,

که بدو ایوب از پا تا به فرق ** پاک شد از رنجها چون نور شرق‌‌

Whereby Job, from his feet to the crown of his head, was purged of afflictions (and made pure) like the light of the sunrise.

مثنوی در حجم گر بودی چو چرخ ** درنگنجیدی در او زین نیم برخ‌‌

If the Mathnawí were as the sky in magnitude, not half the portion of this (mystery) would find room in it,