این عجب که نیستی از من جدا ** می‌ندانم من کجاام تو کجا

’Tis marvellous that Thou art not separate from me, (and yet) where am I, and where Thou, I know not.

می‌ندانم که مرا چون می‌کشی ** گاه در بر گاه در خون می‌کشی

I know not how Thou art drawing me: Thou drawest me now into Thy bosom, now into blood.”

هم‌چنین لب در ندانم باز کرد ** می‌ندانم می‌ندانم ساز کرد

In this fashion he opened his lips (only) to say “I know not”: he made a tune of “I know not, I know not.”

چون ز حد شد می‌ندانم از شگفت ** ترک ما را زین حراره دل گرفت

When (the refrain) “I know not” passed beyond bounds, our Turk was amazed and his heart became sick of this ditty.

برجهید آن ترک و دبوسی کشید ** تا علیها بر سر مطرب رسید 710

The Turk leaped up and fetched an iron mace to smite the minstrel's head with it on the spot;

گرز را بگرفت سرهنگی بدست ** گفت نه مطرب کشی این دم بدست

(But) an officer seized the mace with his hand, saying, “Nay; ’tis wicked to kill the minstrel at this moment.”

گفت این تکرار بی حد و مرش ** کوفت طبعم را بکوبم من سرش

He (the Turk) replied, “This endless and countless repetition of his has pounded my nerves: I will pound his head.

قلتبانا می‌ندانی گه مخور ** ور همی‌دانی بزن مقصود بر

O cuckold, (if) you don't know, don't talk nonsense; and if you do know, play (a tune) to the purpose.

آن بگو ای گیج که می‌دانیش ** می‌ندانم می‌ندانم در مکش

Tell of that which you know, O crazy fool: don't draw out (repeat continually) ‘I know not, I know not.’

من بپرسم کز کجایی هی مری ** تو بگویی نه ز بلخ و نه از هری 715

(Suppose) I ask, ‘Where do you come from, hypocrite, eh?’ you will say, ‘Not from Balkh, and not from Herát,