در شما چون زهر گشته آن سخن ** ز آن که زهرستان بدید از بیخ و بن‌‌

In you those words became like poison, because ye were filled with poison from the root and foundation.

چون شوم غمگین که غم شد سر نگون ** غم شما بودید ای قوم حرون‌‌ 2555

How should I be grieved that grief is overthrown? Ye were grief (to me), O obstinate people.

هیچ کس بر مرگ غم نوحه کند ** ریش سر چون شد کسی مو بر کند

Does any one lament the death of grief? Does any one tear out his hair when the sore on his head is removed?”

رو به خود کرد و بگفت ای نوحه‌‌گر ** نوحه‌‌ات را می‌‌نیرزد آن نفر

(Then) he turned to himself and said, “O mourner, those folk are not worth thy mourning.”

کژ مخوان ای راست خواننده‌‌ی مبین ** کیف آسی قل لقوم ظالمین‌‌

Do not recite incorrectly, O thou who recitest correctly the perspicuous (Qur'án) “Say, how shall I be grieved for an unjust people?”

باز اندر چشم و دل او گریه یافت ** رحمتی بی‌‌علتی در وی بتافت‌‌

Again he felt a weeping in his eye and heart: an uncaused (involuntary) compassion shone forth in him.

قطره می‌‌بارید و حیران گشته بود ** قطره‌‌ی بی‌‌علت از دریای جود 2560

He was raining drops of water (shedding tears)—and he had become distraught— an uncaused drop from the Ocean of Bounty.

عقل او می‌‌گفت کین گریه ز چیست ** بر چنان افسوسیان شاید گریست‌‌

His intellect was saying, “Wherefore is this weeping? Ought one to weep for such scoffers?

بر چه می‌‌گریی بگو بر فعلشان ** بر سپاه کینه توز بدنشان‌‌

Tell me, what art thou weeping for? For their fraud? For the host of (their) ill-omened exactions of vengeance?

بر دل تاریک پر زنگارشان ** بر زبان زهر همچون مارشان‌‌

For their murky hearts full of rust? For their venomous snake-like tongues?