بس شکنجه کرد عشقش بر زمین ** خود چرا دارد ز اول عشق کین

بس شکنجه کرد عشقش بر زمین ** خود چرا دارد ز اول عشق کین 4750

Love tortured him exceedingly on the earth: why, in sooth, does Love bear hatred (to the lover) from the first?

عشق از اول چرا خونی بود ** تا گریزد آنک بیرونی بود

Why is Love murderous from the first, so that he who is an outsider runs away?

چون فرستادی رسولی پیش زن ** آن رسول از رشک گشتی راه‌زن

Whenever he sent a messenger to the woman, the messenger because of jealousy would become a highwayman (barring the way against him);

ور بسوی زن نبشتی کاتبش ** نامه را تصحیف خواندی نایبش

And if his secretary wrote (a letter to be sent) to the woman, his delegate (messenger) would read the letter (to her) with tashíf;

ور صبا را پیک کردی در وفا ** از غباری تیره گشتی آن صبا

And if in good faith he made the zephyr his envoy, that zephyr would be darkened by a (cloud of) dust.

رقعه گر بر پر مرغی دوختی ** پر مرغ از تف رقعه سوختی 4755

If he sewed the letter on the wing of a bird, the bird's wing would be burnt by the ardour of the letter.

راههای چاره را غیرت ببست ** لشکر اندیشه را رایت شکست

The (Divine) jealousy barred (all) the ways of device and broke the banner of the army of cogitation.

بود اول مونس غم انتظار ** آخرش بشکست کی هم انتظار

At first, expectation was the comforting friend of (his) sorrow; at last, there broke him—who? Even (the same) expectation.

گاه گفتی کین بلای بی‌دواست ** گاه گفتی نه حیات جان ماست

Sometimes he would say, “This is an irremediable affliction”; sometimes he would say, “No, it is the life of my spirit.”

گاه هستی زو بر آوردی سری ** گاه او از نیستی خوردی بری

Sometimes (self-) existence would lift up a head from him (appear in him); sometimes he would eat of the fruit of non-existence.

چونک بر وی سرد گشتی این نهاد ** جوش کردی گرم چشمه‌ی اتحاد 4760

When this (bodily) nature became cold (irksome and useless) to him, the fountain of union (with the beloved) would boil hotly.

چونک با بی‌برگی غربت بساخت ** برگ بی‌برگی به سوی او بتاخت

When he put up with (contented himself with) the unprovidedness of exile, the provision of unprovidedness hastened towards him.

خوشه‌های فکرتش بی‌کاه شد ** شب‌روان را رهنما چون ماه شد

The wheat-ears of his thought were purged of chaff: he became, like the moon, a guide to the night-travellers.

ای بسا طوطی گویای خمش ** ای بسا شیرین‌روان رو ترش

Oh, there is many a parrot that speaks though it is mute; oh, there is many a sweet-spirited one whose face is sour.

رو به گورستان دمی خامش نشین ** آن خموشان سخن‌گو را ببین

Go to the graveyard, sit awhile in silence, and behold those eloquent silent ones;

لیک اگر یکرنگ بینی خاکشان ** نیست یکسان حالت چالاکشان 4765

But, if you see that their dust is of one colour, (yet) their active (spiritual) state is not uniform.

شحم و لحم زندگان یکسان بود ** آن یکی غمگین دگر شادان بود

The fat and flesh of living persons is uniform, (yet) one is sad, another glad.

تو چه دانی تا ننوشی قالشان ** زانک پنهانست بر تو حالشان

Until you hear their words, what should you know (of their feelings), inasmuch as their (inward) state is hidden from you?

بشنوی از قال های و هوی را ** کی ببینی حالت صدتوی را

You may hear words—(cries of) háy, húy; (but) how will you perceive the (inward) state that hath a hundred folds?

نقش ما یکسان بضدها متصف ** خاک هم یکسان روانشان مختلف

Our (human) figure is uniform, (yet) endued with contrary qualities: likewise their dust is uniform, (yet) their spirits are diverse.

همچنین یکسان بود آوازها ** آن یکی پر درد و آن پر نازها 4770

Similarly, voices are uniform (as such), (but) one is sorrowful, and another full of charms.

بانگ اسپان بشنوی اندر مصاف ** بانگ مرغان بشنوی اندر طواف

On the battle-field you may hear the cry of horses; in strolling round (a garden) you may hear the cry of birds.

آن یکی از حقد و دیگر ز ارتباط ** آن یکی از رنج و دیگر از نشاط

One (voice proceeds) from hate, and another from harmony; one from pain, and another from joy.

هر که دور از حالت ایشان بود ** پیشش آن آوازها یکسان بود

Whoever is remote from (ignorant of) their (inward) state, to him the voices are uniform.

آن درختی جنبد از زخم تبر ** و آن درخت دیگر از باد سحر

One tree is moved by blows of the axe, another tree by the breeze of dawn.

بس غلط گشتم ز دیگ مردریگ ** زانک سرپوشیده می‌جوشید دیگ 4775

Much error befell me from (I was greatly deceived by) the worthless pot, because the pot was boiling (while) covered by the lid.

جوش و نوش هرکست گوید بیا ** جوش صدق و جوش تزویر و ریا

The fervour and savour of every one says to you, “Come”— the fervour of sincerity and the fervour of imposture and hypocrisy.

گر نداری بو ز جان روشناس ** رو دماغی دست آور بوشناس

If you have not the scent (discernment derived) from the soul that recognises the face (reality), go, get for yourself a (spiritual) brain (sense) that recognises the scent.

آن دماغی که بر آن گلشن تند ** چشم یعقوبان هم او روشن کند

The brain (sense) that haunts yon Rose-garden—’tis it that makes bright the eyes of (all) Jacobs.

هین بگو احوال آن خسته‌جگر ** کز بخاری دور ماندیم ای پسر

Come now, relate what happened to that heart-sick (youth), for we have left the man of Bukhárá far behind, O son.

یافتن عاشق معشوق را و بیان آنک جوینده یابنده بود کی و من یعمل مثقال ذرة خیرا یره

How the lover found his beloved; and a discourse showing that the seeker is a finder, for he who shall do as much good as the weight of an ant shall see it (in the end).

کان جوان در جست و جو بد هفت سال ** از خیال وصل گشته چون خیال 4780

(It happened) that for seven years that youth was (engaged) in search and seeking: from (cherishing) the phantasy of union he became like a phantom.

سایه‌ی حق بر سر بنده بود ** عاقبت جوینده یابنده بود

(If) the shadow (protection) of God be over the head of the servant (of God), the seeker at last will be a finder.

گفت پیغامبر که چون کوبی دری ** عاقبت زان در برون آید سری

The Prophet said that when you knock at a door, at last a head will come forth from that door.

چون نشینی بر سر کوی کسی ** عاقبت بینی تو هم روی کسی

When you sit (wait) on the road of a certain person, at last you will see also the face of a certain person.

چون ز چاهی می‌کنی هر روز خاک ** عاقبت اندر رسی در آب پاک

When, every day, you keep digging the earth from a pit, at last you will arrive at the pure water.

جمله دانند این اگر تو نگروی ** هر چه می‌کاریش روزی بدروی 4785

(Even) if you may not believe (it), all know this, (that) one day you will reap whatsoever you are sowing.

سنگ بر آهن زدی آتش نجست ** این نباشد ور بباشد نادرست

You struck the stone (flint) against the iron (steel): the fire did not flash out! This may not be; or if it be (so), ’tis rare.

آنک روزی نیستش بخت و نجات ** ننگرد عقلش مگر در نادرات

He to whom felicity and salvation are not apportioned (by God)—his mind regards naught but the rarities.

کان فلان کس کشت کرد و بر نداشت ** و آن صدف برد و صدف گوهر نداشت

(He says) that such and such a one sowed seed and had no crop, while that (other) one bore away an oyster-shell (from the sea), and the shell had no pearl (within it).

بلعم باعور و ابلیس لعین ** سود نامدشان عبادتها و دین

(He says that in the cases of) Bal‘am son of Bá‘úr and the accursed Iblís, their acts of worship and their religion availed them not.

صد هزاران انبیا و ره‌روان ** ناید اندر خاطر آن بدگمان 4790

The hundreds of thousands of prophets and travellers on the Way do not come into the mind of that evil-thinking man.

این دو را گیرد که تاریکی دهد ** در دلش ادبار جز این کی نهد

He takes these two (examples) which produce (spiritual) darkness: how should (his) ill fate put aught but this in his heart?

بس کسا که نان خورد دلشاد او ** مرگ او گردد بگیرد در گلو

Oh, there is many a one that eats bread with a glad heart, and it becomes the death of him: it sticks in his gullet.

پس تو ای ادبار رو هم نان مخور ** تا نیفتی همچو او در شور و شر

Go, then, O ill-fated man, do not eat bread at all, lest thou fall like him into bale and woe!

صد هزاران خلق نانها می‌خورند ** زور می‌یابند و جان می‌پرورند

Hundreds of thousands of folk are eating loaves of bread and gaining strength and nourishing the (vital) spirit.

تو بدان نادر کجا افتاده‌ای ** گر نه محرومی و ابله زاده‌ای 4795

How hast thou fallen into that rare (calamity), unless thou art deprived (of blessedness) and art born a fool?

این جهان پر آفتاب و نور ماه ** او بهشته سر فرو برده به چاه

He (the ill-fated man) has forsaken this world full of sunshine and moonlight and has plunged his head into the pit,

که اگر حقست پس کو روشنی ** سر ز چه بردار و بنگر ای دنی

Saying, “If it is true, then where is the radiance?” Lift up thy head from the pit and look, O miserable wretch!

جمله عالم شرق و غرب آن نور یافت ** تا تو در چاهی نخواهد بر تو تافت

The whole world, east and west, obtained that light, (but) whilst thou art in the pit it will not shine upon thee.

چه رها کن رو به ایوان و کروم ** کم ستیز اینجا بدان کاللج شوم

Leave the pit, go to the palace and the vineyards; do not wrangle here, know that quarrelling is unlucky.