تا شما بی من شبی خفاش‌وار ** پر زنان پرید گرد این مطار
That for a night ye may fly without me like bats, flapping your wings, around this flying-place;
هم‌چو طاووسان پری عرضه کنید ** باز مست و سرکش و معجب شوید
And that, like peacocks, ye may display a (gorgeous) wing, and then become intoxicated and haughty and self-conceited.
ننگرید آن پای خود را زشت‌ساز ** هم‌چو چارق کو بود شمع ایاز
Look at your uncouth feet, like the rustic shoon that were (as) a candle to Ayáz.
رو نمایم صبح بهر گوشمال ** تا نگردید از منی ز اهل شمال
At dawn I show my face to reprimand you, lest from egoism ye become (included) among the people of the left hand.”
ترک آن کن که درازست آن سخن ** نهی کردست از درازی امر کن 685
Leave that (topic), for that topic is lengthy: (he who is the final cause of) the command “Be!” hath forbidden lengthiness.
امتحان کردن مصطفی علیه‌السلام عایشه را رضی الله عنها کی چه پنهان می‌شوی پنهان مشو که اعمی ترا نمی‌بیند تا پدید آید کی عایشه رضی الله عنها از ضمیر مصطفی علیه السلام واقف هست یا خود مقلد گفت ظاهرست
How Mustafá (Mohammed), on whom be peace, made trial of ‘Á’isha, may God be pleased with her, and said, “Why art thou hiding? Do not hide, for the blind man cannot see thee,” in order that it might appear whether ‘Á’isha was acquainted with the secret thoughts of Mustafá, on whom be peace, or whether she was (merely) one who would follow his expressed wishes.
گفت پیغامبر برای امتحان ** او نمی‌بیند ترا کم شو نهان
The Prophet said by way of trial, “He cannot see thee: do not hide.”
کرد اشارت عایشه با دستها ** او نبیند من همی‌بینم ورا
‘Á’isha made a sign with her hands (as though to say), “(If) he does not see (me), yet I see him.”
غیرت عقل است بر خوبی روح ** پر ز تشبیهات و تمثیل این نصوح
Reason's jealousy of the beauty of the Spirit is (the cause of) this sincere admonition being full of similitudes and allegories.
با چنین پنهانیی کین روح راست ** عقل بر وی این چنین رشکین چراست
Notwithstanding that this Spirit is so hidden, why is Reason so jealous of Him?
از که پنهان می‌کنی ای رشک‌خو ** آنک پوشیدست نورش روی او 690
O jealous one, from whom art thou hiding Him whose face is concealed by His light?
می‌رود بی‌روی‌پوش این آفتاب ** فرط نور اوست رویش را نقاب
This Sun goes with face uncovered: His face is veiled by the excess of His light.
از که پنهان می‌کنی ای رشک‌ور ** که آفتاب از وی نمی‌بیند اثر
From whom art thou hiding Him, O jealous one? The sun (itself) cannot see a trace of Him.
رشک از آن افزون‌ترست اندر تنم ** کز خودش خواهم که هم پنهان کنم
(Reason says), “The jealousy in my body is (all) the greater because I desire to hide Him even from myself.
ز آتش رشک گران آهنگ من ** با دو چشم و گوش خود در جنگ من
On account of the fire of fell jealousy I am at war with my own eyes and ears.”
چون چنین رشکیستت ای جان و دل ** پس دهان بر بند و گفتن را بهل 695
Since thou hast such a (mighty) jealousy, O my soul and heart, close thy mouth and leave off speaking.
ترسم ار خامش کنم آن آفتاب ** از سوی دیگر بدراند حجاب
(Reason says), “If I keep silence, I fear that that Sun will rend the veil and (display Himself) from another quarter.”
در خموشی گفت ما اظهر شود ** که ز منع آن میل افزون‌تر شود
In (keeping) silence our (inward) speaking (of Him) is (only) made more evident, since the desire (for manifestation) is increased by suppression.
گر بغرد بحر غره‌ش کف شود ** جوش احببت بان اعرف شود
If the Sea roar, its roaring turns to foam and becomes the surge of “I desired to be known.”
حرف گفتن بستن آن روزنست ** عین اظهار سخن پوشیدنست
To utter words (concerning Him) is to shut the window (through which He reveals Himself): the very act of expression is the concealment (of Him).
بلبلانه نعره زن در روی گل ** تا کنی مشغولشان از بوی گل 700
Sing, like nightingales, in the presence of the Rose, in order that you may divert them from the scent of the Rose,
تا به قل مغشول گردد گوششان ** سوی روی گل نپرد هوششان
So that their ears will be engaged in (listening to) the song, and their attention will not fly to the face of the Rose.
پیش این خورشید کو بس روشنیست ** در حقیقت هر دلیلی ره‌زنیست
Before this Sun, which is exceedingly radiant, every guide is in reality a highway robber.
حکایت آن مطرب کی در بزم امیر ترک این غزل آغاز کرد گلی یا سوسنی یا سرو یا ماهی نمی‌دانم ازین آشفته‌ی بی‌دل چه می‌خواهی نمی‌دانم و بانگ بر زدن ترک کی آن بگو کی می‌دانی و جواب مطرب امیر را
Story of the minstrel who began to sing this ode at the banquet of the Turkish Amír: “Art Thou a rose or a lily or a cypress or a man? I know not. What dost Thou desire from this bewildered one who has lost his heart? I know not”— and how the Turk shouted at him, “Tell of that which you know!”—and the minstrel's reply to the Amír.
مطرب آغازید پیش ترک مست ** در حجاب نغمه اسرار الست
In the presence of the drunken Turk the minstrel began (to sing of) the mysteries of Alast under the veil of melody—
من ندانم که تو ماهی یا وثن ** من ندانم تا چه می‌خواهی ز من
“I know not whether Thou art a moon or an idol, I know not what Thou desirest of me.
می‌ندانم که چه خدمت آرمت ** تن زنم یا در عبارت آرمت 705
I know not what service I shall pay Thee, whether I shall keep silence or express Thee in words.