تلخ‌‌تر از فرقت تو هیچ نیست ** بی‌‌پناهت غیر پیچا پیچ نیست‌‌

There is naught more bitter than separation from Thee: without Thy protection there is naught but perplexity.

رخت ما هم رخت ما را راه زن ** جسم ما مر جان ما را جامه کن‌‌

Our (worldly) goods waylay (and plunder) our (spiritual) goods: our bodies tear the garment (of spirituality) from our souls.

دست ما چون پای ما را می‌‌خورد ** بی‌‌امان تو کسی جان چون برد

Inasmuch as (the evil wrought by) our hand devours (the good towards which we move) our foot, how shall any one save his soul without Thy security?

ور برد جان زین خطرهای عظیم ** برده باشد مایه‌‌ی ادبار و بیم‌‌ 3905

And (even) if (unaided) he save his soul from these awful dangers, he will (only) have saved a stock of misfortune and fear,

ز آن که جان چون واصل جانان نبود ** تا ابد با خویش کور است و کبود

Because the soul, when it is not united with the Beloved, is blind and blue (miserable) with itself for ever.

چون تو ندهی راه جان خود برده گیر ** جان که بی‌‌تو زنده باشد مرده گیر

When Thou wilt not give him admission (to Thy presence) —even suppose he has saved his soul, regard as dead the soul that would live without Thee.

گر تو طعنه می‌‌زنی بر بندگان ** مر ترا آن می‌‌رسد ای کامران‌‌

If Thou art upbraiding Thy slaves, that is suitable to Thee, O Thou whose every wish is fulfilled.

ور تو ماه و مهر را گویی جفا ** ور تو قد سرو را گویی دوتا

And if Thou utter abuse of the moon and sun, and if Thou say that the (straight) stature of the cypress is (bent) double,

ور تو چرخ و عرش را خوانی حقیر ** ور تو کان و بحر را گویی فقیر 3910

And if Thou call the sky and the empyrean contemptible, and if Thou say that the mine and the sea are poor—

آن به نسبت با کمال تو رواست ** ملک اکمال فناها مر تراست‌‌

That is proper in reference to Thy perfection: Thine is the power of perfecting (all) mortalities,