گفت رو من یافتم دار السرور ** وا رهیدم از چه دار الغرور
“Go to!” said he; “I have found the abode of joy, I am delivered from the pit of the abode of delusion.”
همچنان باشد چو مومن راه یافت ** سوی نور حق ز ظلمت روی تافت
’Tis even so: when the true believer has found the way towards the Light of God, he averts his face from the darkness (of this world).
در بیان آنک شهزاده آدمی بچه است خلیفهی خداست پدرش آدم صفی خلیفهی حق مسجود ملایک و آن کمپیر کابلی دنیاست کی آدمیبچه را از پدر ببرید به سحر و انبیا و اولیا آن طبیب تدارک کننده
Explaining that the prince is Man, the vicegerent of God, and that his father is Adam, the chosen one, the vicegerent of God, he to whom the angels bowed in worship; and that the old hag of Kábul is the World which separated Man from his Father by sorcery, while the prophets and saints are (like) the physician who applied the remedy.
ای برادر دانک شهزاده توی ** در جهان کهنه زاده از نوی
O brother, know that thou art the prince born anew in the old world.
کابلی جادو این دنیاست کو ** کرد مردان را اسیر رنگ و بو3190
The witch of Kábul is this World which made men captive to colour and perfume.
چون در افکندت دریغ آلوده روذ ** دم به دم میخوان و میدم قل اعوذ
Since she hath cast thee into this polluted stream, continually recite and utter (the words), Say, I take refuge.
تا رهی زین جادوی و زین قلق ** استعاذت خواه از رب الفلق
In order that thou mayst be delivered from this witchery and this distress, beg of the Lord of the daybreak that thou mayst say “I take refuge.”
زان نبی دنیات را سحاره خواند ** کو به افسون خلق را در چه نشاند
The Prophet called this world of thine an enchantress because through her spells she lodged mankind in the pit.
هین فسون گرم دارد گنده پیر ** کرده شاهان را دم گرمش اسیر
Beware! The stinking hag hath hot (potent) spells: her hot breath hath made kings captive.
در درون سینه نفاثات اوست ** عقدههای سحر را اثبات اوست3195
She is the witches who blow (on knots) within (thy) breast: she is the (means of) maintaining the knots of sorcery.
ساحرهی دنیا قوی دانا زنیست ** حل سحر او به پای عامه نیست
The sorceress, (who is) the World, is a mightily cunning woman: ’tis not in the power of the vulgar to undo her sorcery;