جان پاکان طلب طلب و جوق جوق ** آیدت از هر نواحی مست شوق

The spirits of the holy will come to thee from every quarter in troops and multitudes, drunken with desire.”

گشت حیران آن حلیمه زان صدا ** نه کسی در پیش نه سوی قفا

Halíma was bewildered by that voice: neither in front nor behind was any one (to be seen).

شش جهت خالی ز صورت وین ندا ** شد پیاپی آن ندا را جان فدا 925

(All) the six directions were empty of (any visible) form, and this cry was continuous—may the soul be a ransom for that cry!

مصطفی را بر زمین بنهاد او ** تا کند آن بانگ خوش را جست و جو

She laid Mustafá on the earth, that she might search after the sweet sound.

چشم می‌انداخت آن دم سو به سو ** که کجا است این شه اسرارگو

Then she cast her eye to and fro, saying, “Where is that king that tells of mysteries?

کین چنین بانگ بلند از چپ و راست ** می‌رسد یا رب رساننده کجاست

For such a loud sound is arriving from left and right. O Lord, where is he that causes it to arrive?”

چون ندید او خیره و نومید شد ** جسم لرزان هم‌چو شاخ بید شد

When she did not see (any one), she became distraught and despairing: her body began to tremble like the willow-bough.

باز آمد سوی آن طفل رشید ** مصطفی را بر مکان خود ندید 930

She came back towards that righteous child: she did not see Mustafá in his (former) place.

حیرت اندر حیرت آمد بر دلش ** گشت بس تاریک از غم منزلش

Bewilderment on bewilderment fell upon her heart: from grief her abode became very dark.

سوی منزلها دوید و بانگ داشت ** که کی بر دردانه‌ام غارت گماشت

She ran to the dwellings (hard by) and raised an outcry, saying, “Who has carried off my single pearl?”