خشم خود بشکن تو مشکن تیر را ** چشم خشمت خون شمارد شیر را

Break your own anger, do not break the arrow: the eye of your anger reckons milk (to be) blood.

بوسه ده بر تیر و پیش شاه بر ** تیر خون آلود از خون تو تر

Give the arrow a kiss and bring it to the King—the blood-stained arrow, wet with your blood.

آن چه پیدا عاجز و بسته و زبون ** و آن چه ناپیدا چنان تند و حرون‏

That which is seen is helpless and confined and feeble; and that which is unseen is so fierce and uncontrollable.

ما شکاریم این چنین دامی کراست ** گوی چوگانیم چوگانی کجاست‏ 1310

We are the (hunted) prey: to whom belongs such a (fearful) snare? We are the ball (for the blows) of the polo-bat—and where is the Batsman?

می‏درد می‏دوزد این خیاط کو ** می‏دمد می‏سوزد این نفاط کو

He tears, He sews: where is this Tailor? He blows, He burns: where is this Fire-kindler?

ساعتی کافر کند صدیق را ** ساعتی زاهد کند زندیق را

At one hour He makes the true saint an unbeliever; at another hour He makes the (impious) deist an (orthodox) ascetic;

ز انکه مخلص در خطر باشد ز دام ** تا ز خود خالص نگردد او تمام‏

For the mukhlis (sincere worshipper) is in danger of the snare until he becomes entirely purged of self,

ز انکه در راهست و ره زن بی‏حد است ** آن رهد کاو در امان ایزد است‏

Because he is (still) on the Way, and the brigands are numberless: (only) he escapes who is under God's safeguard.

آینه‏ی خالص نگشت او مخلص است ** مرغ را نگرفته است او مقنص است‏ 1315

(If) he has not become (selfless, like) a pure mirror, he is (no more than) mukhlis: (if) he has not caught the bird, he is (still) hunting;

چون که مخلص گشت مخلص باز رست ** در مقام امن رفت و برد دست‏

(But) when the mukhlis has become mukhlas, he is delivered: he has reached the place of safety and has won the victory.