آتشی بودش نمی‌دانست چیست ** لیک چون شمع از تف آن می‌گریست

There was a fire in him: he did not know what it was, but on account of its heat he was weeping like a candle.

گفت معشوق این همه کردی ولیک ** گوش بگشا پهن و اندر یاب نیک

The beloved said, “Thou hast done all this, yet open thine ear wide and apprehend well;

کانچ اصل اصل عشقست و ولاست ** آن نکردی اینچ کردی فرعهاست

For thou hast not done what is the root of the root of love and fealty: this that thou hast done is (only) the branches.”

گفتش آن عاشق بگو که آن اصل چیست ** گفت اصلش مردنست ونیستیست

The lover said to her, “Tell me, what is that root?” She said, “The root thereof is to die and be naught.

تو همه کردی نمردی زنده‌ای ** هین بمیر ار یار جان‌بازنده‌ای 1255

Thou hast done all (else), (but) thou hast not died, thou art living. Hark, die, if thou art a self-sacrificing friend!”

هم در آن دم شد دراز و جان بداد ** هم‌چو گل درباخت سر خندان و شاد

Instantly he laid himself at full length (on the ground) and gave up the ghost: like the rose, he played away his head (life), laughing and rejoicing.

ماند آن خنده برو وقف ابد ** هم‌چو جان و عقل عارف بی‌کبد

That laughter remained with him as an endowment unto everlasting, like the untroubled spirit and reason of the gnostic.

نور مه‌آلوده کی گردد ابد ** گر زند آن نور بر هر نیک و بد

How should the light of the moon ever become defiled, though its light strike on everything good and evil?

او ز جمله پاک وا گردد به ماه ** هم‌چو نور عقل و جان سوی اله

Pure of all (defilements) it returns to the moon, even as the light of the spirit and reason (returns) unto God.

وصف پاکی وقف بر نور مه‌است ** تا بشش گر بر نجاسات ره‌است 1260

The quality of purity is an endowment (settled) on the light of the moon, though its radiance is (falling) on the defilements of the way.