مکرهای جبریانم بسته کرد ** تیغ چوبینشان تنم را خسته کرد
The tricks of the necessitarians have bound me (in captivity); their wooden sword has wounded my body.
زین سپس من نشنوم آن دمدمه ** بانگ دیوان است و غولان آن همه
After this I will not hearken to their palaver: all that is (only meant to deceive, like) the cry of demons and ghouls.
بردران ای دل تو ایشان را مهایست ** پوستشان بر کن کشان جز پوست نیست1095
O my heart, tear them to pieces, do not lag; rend their skins, for they have naught but skin.”
پوست چه بود گفتهای رنگ رنگ ** چون زره بر آب کش نبود درنگ
What is skin? Specious words, like ripples on water which have no continuance.
این سخن چون پوست و معنی مغز دان ** این سخن چون نقش و معنی همچو جان
Know that these words are as the skin (rind), and the meaning is (as) the kernel; these words are as the form, and the meaning is like the spirit.
پوست باشد مغز بد را عیب پوش ** مغز نیکو را ز غیرت غیب پوش
The skin hides the defect of the bad kernel; it (also) hides jealously the secrets of the good kernel.
چون قلم از باد بد دفتر ز آب ** هر چه بنویسی فنا گردد شتاب
When the pen is of wind and the scroll of water, whatever you write perishes speedily;
نقش آب است ار وفا جویی از آن ** باز گردی دستهای خود گزان1100
It is written on water: if you seek constancy from it, you will return biting your hands (in disappointment).
باد در مردم هوا و آرزوست ** چون هوا بگذاشتی پیغام هوست
The wind in men is vanity and desire; when you have abandoned vanity, (then) is (the time for) the message from Him (God).
خوش بود پیغامهای کردگار ** کاو ز سر تا پای باشد پایدار
Sweet are the messages of the Maker, for it (that message) from head to foot (from first to last) is enduring.
خطبهی شاهان بگردد و آن کیا ** جز کیا و خطبههای انبیا
The khutbas for kings change (and pass), and their empire; (all will pass) except the empire and khutbas (insignia) of the prophets,
ز آن که بوش پادشاهان از هواست ** بار نامهی انبیا از کبریاست
Because the pomp of kings is from (earthly) vanity, (while) the glorious privilege of the prophets is from (Divine) Majesty.
از درمها نام شاهان بر کنند ** نام احمد تا ابد بر میزنند1105
The names of kings are removed from the dirhems, (but) the name of Ahmad (Mohammed) is stamped on them for ever.
نام احمد نام جمله انبیاست ** چون که صد آمد نود هم پیش ماست
The name of Ahmad is the name of all the prophets: when the hundred comes (is counted), ninety is with us as well.
هم در بیان مکر خرگوش
Further setting forth the stratagem of the hare.
در شدن خرگوش بس تاخیر کرد ** مکر را با خویشتن تقریر کرد
The hare made much delay in going; he rehearsed to himself the tricks (which he was about to play).
در ره آمد بعد تاخیر دراز ** تا به گوش شیر گوید یک دو راز
After long delay he came on (took) the road, that he might say one or two secrets into the ear of the lion.
تا چه عالمهاست در سودای عقل ** تا چه با پهناست این دریای عقل
Think what words are in the core (inmost consciousness) of Reason.
صورت ما اندر این بحر عذاب ** میدود چون کاسهها بر روی آب1110
In this sweet ocean our forms are moving fast, like cups on the surface of water:
تا نشد پر بر سر دریا چو طشت ** چون که پر شد طشت در وی غرق گشت
Until they become full, (they float) like bowls on the top of the sea, (but) when the bowl is filled it sinks therein.
عقل پنهان است و ظاهر عالمی ** صورت ما موج یا از وی نمی
Reason is hidden, and (only) a world (of phenomena) is visible: our forms are the waves or a spray of it (of that hidden ocean).
هر چه صورت می وسیلت سازدش ** ز آن وسیلت بحر دور اندازدش
Whatsoever (thing) the form makes (uses as) a means of approach to It (to Reason), by that (same) means the ocean (of Reason) casts it (the form) far away.
تا نبیند دل دهندهی راز را ** تا نبیند تیر دور انداز را
So long as the heart does not see the Giver of (its) conscience, so long as the arrow does not see the far-shooting Archer,
اسب خود را یاوه داند وز ستیز ** میدواند اسب خود در راه تیز1115
He (who is thus blind) thinks his horse is lost, though (all the while) he is obstinately speeding his horse on the road.
اسب خود را یاوه داند آن جواد ** و اسب خود او را کشان کرده چو باد
That fine fellow thinks his horse is lost, while the horse in truth is sweeping him onward like the wind.
در فغان و جستجو آن خیرهسر ** هر طرف پرسان و جویان دربدر
In lamentation and inquiry that scatterbrain (runs) from door to door in every direction, asking and searching: