(If) feminality pleases you, get a chádar; (if) the prowess of Rustam pleases you, get a dagger.
این سخن پایان ندارد وآن فقیر ** گشته است از زخم درویشی عقیر
This topic hath no end, and (meanwhile) the fakir has been sorely wounded by the blows of penury.
قصهی آن گنجنامه کی پهلوی قبهای روی به قبله کن و تیر در کمان نه بینداز آنجا کی افتد گنجست
Story of the treasure-scroll (in which it was written), “Beside a certain domed building turn your face towards the qibla (Mecca) and put an arrow to the bow and shoot: the treasure is (buried) at the spot where it falls.”
دید در خواب او شبی و خواب کو ** واقعهی بیخواب صوفیراست خو
One night he dreamed—but where was sleep? The vision without sleep is familiar to the Súfí—