What satin? What boast? What wager? The Turk is intoxicated with the jokes of the pasha.
لابه کردش ترک کز بهر خدا ** لاغ می‌گو که مرا شد مغتذا
The Turk implored him, crying, ‘For God's sake go on telling jokes, for they are meat to me.’
گفت لاغی خندمینی آن دغا ** که فتاد از قهقهه او بر قفا
(Then) the rascal told such a ridiculous story that he (the Turk) fell on his back in an explosion of laughter.
پاره‌ای اطلس سبک بر نیفه زد ** ترک غافل خوش مضاحک می‌مزد 1700
He (the tailor) swiftly clapped a shred of satin to the hem of his under-breeches, while the Turk was paying no attention and greedily sucking in (absorbing) the jests.
هم‌چنین بار سوم ترک خطا ** گفت لاغی گوی از بهر خدا
Still (continuing his entreaties), the Turk of Khitá said for the third time, ‘Tell me a joke for God's sake!’
گفت لاغی خندمین‌تر زان دو بار ** کرد او این ترک را کلی شکار
He (the tailor) told a story more laughable than (those which he had related) on the two previous occasions, and made this Turk entirely his prey.
چشم بسته عقل جسته مولهه ** مست ترک مدعی از قهقهه
His eyes shut, his reason flown, bewildered, the boastful Turk was intoxicated with guffaws.
پس سوم بار از قبا دزدید شاخ ** که ز خنده‌ش یافت میدان فراخ
Then for the third time he (the tailor) filched a strip from the coat (which he was cutting), since the Turk's laughter gave him ample scope (for his dexterity).
چون چهارم بار آن ترک خطا ** لاغ از آن استا همی‌کرد اقتضا 1705
When for the fourth time the Turk of Khitá was demanding a jest from the master(-tailor),
رحم آمد بر وی آن استاد را ** کرد در باقی فن و بیداد را
The master took pity on him and put aside (abandoned) artfulness and injustice.
گفت مولع گشت این مفتون درین ** بی‌خبر کین چه خسارست و غبین
He said (to himself), ‘This infatuated man has a great desire for these (facetious tales), not knowing what a loss and swindle they are (for him).’
بوسه‌افشان کرد بر استاد او ** که بمن بهر خدا افسانه گو
(Nevertheless) he (the Turk) showered kisses on (the face and eyes of) the master, crying, ‘For God's sake tell me a story!’
ای فسانه گشته و محو از وجود ** چند افسانه بخواهی آزمود
O thou who hast become a story and (art) dead to (useful) existence, how long wilt thou wish to make trial of stories?
خندمین‌تر از تو هیچ افسانه نیست ** بر لب گور خراب خویش ایست 1710
No story is more laughable than thou (thyself): stand (and meditate) on the edge of thine own ruinous grave!
ای فرو رفته به گور جهل و شک ** چند جویی لاغ و دستان فلک
O thou who hast gone down into the grave of ignorance and doubt, how long wilt thou seek (to hear) the jests and tales of Time?
تا بکی نوشی تو عشوه‌ی این جهان ** که نه عقلت ماند بر قانون نه جان
How long wilt thou listen to the blandishments of this world that leave neither thy mind underanged nor thy spirit?
لاغ این چرخ ندیم کرد و مرد ** آب روی صد هزاران چون تو برد
The jests of Time, this mean and petty boon-companion, have robbed of honour a hundred thousand like thee.
می‌درد می‌دوزد این درزی عام ** جامه‌ی صدسالگان طفل خام
This Universal Tailor is ever tearing and stitching the garments of a hundred travellers silly as children.
لاغ او گر باغها را داد داد ** چون دی آمد داده را بر باد داد 1715
If his jests conferred a gift on the orchards (in spring), when December came they (his jests) gave that gift to the winds.
پیره‌طفلان شسته پیشش بهر کد ** تا به سعد و نحس او لاغی کند
The old children sit down beside him to beg that he will jest (and amuse them) by (giving them) fortunes good or bad.
گفتن درزی ترک را هی خاموش کی اگر مضاحک دگر گویم قبات تنگ آید
How the tailor said to the Turk, “Hey, hold your tongue: if I tell any more funny stories the coat will be (too) tight for you.”
گفت درزی ای طواشی بر گذر ** وای بر تو گر کنم لاغی دگر
The tailor said, ‘Begone, unmanly fellow! Woe to you if I make another jest;
پس قبایت تنگ آید باز پس ** این کند با خویشتن خود هیچ کس
(For) then, after that, the coat will be (too) tight for you: does any one practice this (fraud) on himself?
خنده‌ی چه رمزی ار دانستیی ** تو به جای خنده خون بگرستیی
What laughter (is this)? If you had an inkling (of the truth), instead of laughing you would weep (tears of) blood.’
بیان آنک بی‌کاران و افسانه‌جویان مثل آن ترک‌اند و عالم غرار غدار هم‌چو آن درزی و شهوات و زبان مضاحک گفتن این دنیاست و عمر هم‌چون آن اطلس پیش این درزی جهت قبای بقا و لباس تقوی ساختن
Explaining that the idle folk who wish (to hear) stories are like the Turk, and that the deluding and treacherous World is like the tailor, and that lusts and women are (like) this World's telling laughable jokes, and that Life resembles the piece of satin placed before this Tailor to be made into a coat of eternity and a garment of piety.