باز گرد اکنون تو در شرح عدم ** که چو پازهرست و پنداریش سم

باز گرد اکنون تو در شرح عدم ** که چو پازهرست و پنداریش سم 1445

Now return to the description of non-existence, for it (non-existence) is like bezoar, though you think it is poison.

هم‌چو هندوبچه هین ای خواجه‌تاش ** رو ز محمود عدم ترسان مباش

Hark, O fellow-servant, go and, like the Hindú boy, be not afraid of the Mahmúd of non-existence.

از وجودی ترس که اکنون در ویی ** آن خیالت لاشی و تو لا شیی

Be afraid of the existence in which you are now: that phantasy of yours is nothing and you (yourself) are nothing.

لاشیی بر لاشیی عاشق شدست ** هیچ نی مر هیچ نی را ره زدست

One nothing has fallen in love with another nothing: has any naught ever waylaid (and attacked) any other naught?

چون برون شد این خیالات از میان ** گشت نامعقول تو بر تو عیان

When these phantasies have departed from before you, that which your understanding hath not conceived becomes clear to you.

لیس للماضین هم الموت انما لهم حسره الموت

Those who have passed away do not grieve on account of death; their only regret is to have missed the opportunities (of life).

راست گفتست آن سپهدار بشر ** که هر آنک کرد از دنیا گذر 1450

That captain of mankind has said truly that no one who has passed away from this world

نیستش درد و دریغ و غبن موت ** بلک هستش صد دریغ از بهر فوت

Feels sorrow and regret and disappointment on account of death; nay, but he feels a hundred regrets for having missed the opportunity,

که چرا قبله نکردم مرگ را ** مخزن هر دولت و هر برگ را

Saying (to himself), “Why did not I make death my object —(death, which is) the store-house of every fortune and every provision—

قبله کردم من همه عمر از حول ** آن خیالاتی که گم شد در اجل

(And why), through seeing double, did I make the lifelong object of my attention those phantoms that vanished at the fated hour?”

حسرت آن مردگان از مرگ نیست ** زانست کاندر نقشها کردیم ایست

The grief of the dead is not on account of death; it is because (so they say) “we dwelt upon the (phenomenal) forms,