For the sake of worthless tharíd thou art running to the doors of those (worldly) patrons whose pots are (full of) fat.
چربش اینجا دان که جان فربه شود ** کار نااومید اینجا به شود
Know that here (where the saints abide) the (meaning of) “fat” is that the soul becomes fat (flourishing), and (know that) here the plight of the desperate is made good.
جمع آمدن اهل آفت هر صباحی بر در صومعه‌ی عیسی علیه السلام جهت طلب شفا به دعای او
How the smitten would assemble every morning at the door of the (monastic) cell of Jesus, on whom be peace, craving to be healed through his prayer.
صومعه‌ی عیسیست خوان اهل دل ** هان و هان ای مبتلا این در مهل
The table of the spiritual is (like) the cell of Jesus: O afflicted one, beware, beware! Do not forsake this door!
جمع گشتندی ز هر اطراف خلق ** از ضریر و لنگ و شل و اهل دلق
From all sides the people would gather—blind and lame and palsied and clothed in rags—
بر در آن صومعه‌ی عیسی صباح ** تا بدم اوشان رهاند از جناح300
At the door of the cell of Jesus in the morning, that he by his breath might deliver them from tribulation.
او چو فارغ گشتی از اوراد خویش ** چاشتگه بیرون شدی آن خوب‌کیش
As soon as he finished his litanies, that man of goodly religion (Jesus) would go forth at morning tide,
جوق جوقی مبتلا دیدی نزار ** شسته بر در در امید و انتظار
And would see troops of afflicted feeble folk seated at the door in hope and expectancy.
گفتی ای اصحاب آفت از خدا ** حاجت این جملگانتان شد روا
(Then) he would say, “O ye that are smitten, the wants of all you here present have been granted by God.
هین روان گردید بی رنج و عنا ** سوی غفاری و اکرام خدا
Hark, set off and go without pain or trouble towards the forgiveness and kindness of God.”
جملگان چون اشتران بسته‌پای ** که گشایی زانوی ایشان برای305
All, like tethered camels whose knees you unbind with foresight,