حق نه قادر بود بر خلق فلک ** در یکی لحظه به کن بی‌هیچ شک

Was not God able to create heaven in one moment by (the word) “Be”? Without any doubt (He was).

پس چرا شش روز آن را درکشید ** کل یوم الف عام ای مستفید

Why, then, O seeker of instruction, did He extend (the time) for it to six days, every day (being as long as) a thousand years?

خلقت طفل از چه اندر نه مه‌است ** زانک تدریج از شعار آن شه‌است 1215

Wherefore is the creation of a child (completed) in nine months? Because gradualness is a characteristic of (the action of) that King.

خلقت آدم چرا چل صبح بود ** اندر آن گل اندک‌اندک می‌فزود

Why was (the time occupied in) the creation of Adam forty mornings? (Because) He (God) was adding (perfections) to that clay little by little,

نه چو تو ای خام که اکنون تاختی ** طفلی و خود را تو شیخی ساختی

Not like you, O foolish one, who have rushed forward just now: you are a child, and you have made yourself out to be an Elder.

بر دویدی چون کدو فوق همه ** کو ترا پای جهاد و ملحمه

You have run up, like a gourd, to the top of all, (but) where is the (spiritual) warfare and combat to sustain you?

تکیه کردی بر درختان و جدار ** بر شدی ای اقرعک هم قرع‌وار

You have rested on trees and walls for support: you have climbed up like a pumpkin, O little baldhead.

اول ار شد مرکبت سرو سهی ** لیک آخر خشک و بی‌مغزی تهی 1220

If at first you mounted on a tall cypress, yet in the end you are dry and pulpless and empty.

رنگ سبزت زرد شد ای قرع زود ** زانک از گلگونه بود اصلی نبود

Your green (fresh) colour soon turned yellow (faded), O pumpkin, for it was derived from rouge, it was not original.

داستان آن عجوزه کی روی زشت خویشتن را جندره و گلگونه می‌ساخت و ساخته نمی‌شد و پذیرا نمی‌آمد

Story of the old woman who used to depilate and rouge her ugly face, though it could never be put right and become pleasing.

بود کمپیری نودساله کلان ** پر تشنج روی و رنگش زعفران

There was a decrepit old woman aged ninety years, her face covered with wrinkles and her complexion (yellow as) saffron.