شکر میگوید خدا را فاخته ** بر درخت و برگ شب ناساخته
The dove on the tree is uttering thanks to God, though her food for the night is not (yet) ready.
حمد میگوید خدا را عندلیب ** کاعتماد رزق بر تست ای مجیب
The nightingale is singing glory to God (and saying), ‘I rely on Thee for my daily bread, O Thou who answerest (prayer).’
باز دست شاه را کرده نوید ** از همه مردار ببریده امید
The falcon has made the king's hand his joy (the place in which he takes delight), and has given up hope of (has become indifferent to) all carrion.
همچنین از پشهگیری تا به پیل ** شد عیال الله و حق نعم المعیل2295
Similarly you may take (every animal) from the gnat to the elephant: they all have become God's family (dependent on Him for their nourishment), and what an excellent nourisher is God!
این همه غمها که اندر سینههاست ** از بخار و گرد بود و باد ماست
All these griefs that are within our breasts arise from the vapour and dust of our existence and wind (vain desire).
این غمان بیخ کن چون داس ماست ** این چنین شد و آن چنان وسواس ماست
These uprooting griefs are as a scythe to us: (to think that) this is such and such or that that is such and such is a temptation (of the Devil) to us.
دان که هر رنجی ز مردن پارهای است ** جزو مرگ از خود بران گر چارهای است
Know that every pain is a piece of Death: expel (that) part of Death from thee, if there be a means (of doing so).
چون ز جزو مرگ نتوانی گریخت ** دان که کلش بر سرت خواهند ریخت
When thou canst not flee from the part of Death, know that the whole of it will be poured upon thy head.
جزو مرگ ار گشت شیرین مر ترا ** دان که شیرین میکند کل را خدا2300
If the part of Death has become sweet to thee, know that God will make the whole sweet.
دردها از مرگ میآید رسول ** از رسولش رو مگردان ای فضول
Pains are coming from Death as (his) messengers: do not avert thy face from his messenger, O foolish one!