گفت لبسش گر ز شعر و ششترست ** اعتناق بی‌حجابش خوشترست

He said (to himself), “Though his raiment was of silk and Shushtar cloth, his unscreened embrace is sweeter.

من شدم عریان ز تن او از خیال ** می‌خرامم در نهایات الوصال

(Now) I am denuded of my body, and he of (the veil of) phantasy: I am advancing triumphantly in the consummation of union.”

این مباحث تا بدین‌جا گفتنیست ** هرچه آید زین سپس بنهفتنیست 4620

These topics may be discussed up to this point, (but) all that comes after this must be kept hid;

ور بگویی ور بکوشی صد هزار ** هست بیگار و نگردد آشکار

And if you would tell it and make a hundred thousand efforts, ’tis fruitless labour, for it will never become clear.

تا به دریا سیر اسپ و زین بود ** بعد ازینت مرکب چوبین بود

As far as the sea, ’tis a journey on horseback: after this you (must) have a wooden horse.

مرکب چوبین به خشکی ابترست ** خاص آن دریاییان را رهبرست

The wooden horse is no good on the dry land: it carries exclusively those who voyage on the sea.

این خموشی مرکب چوبین بود ** بحریان را خامشی تلقین بود

The wooden horse is this (mystical) silence: (this) silence gives instruction to the sea-folk.

هر خموشی که ملولت می‌کند ** نعره‌های عشق آن سو می‌زند 4625

Every (such) silent one who wearies you is (really) uttering shrieks of love Yonder.

تو همی‌گویی عجب خامش چراست ** او همی‌گوید عجب گوشش کجاست

You say, “I wonder why he is silent”; he says (to himself), “How strange! Where is his ear?

من ز نعره کر شدم او بی‌خبر ** تیزگوشان زین سمر هستند کر

I am deafened by the shrieks, (yet) he is unaware (of them).” The (apparently) sharp-eared are (in fact) deaf to this (mystical) converse.