چشمه شد چشم عسس ز اشک مبل ** نی ز گفت خشک بل از بوی دل 4280
The night-patrol's eye became (like) a fountain with wetting tears, not from the dry words, nay, but from the fragrance (of truth) in the heart.
یک سخن از دوزخ آید سوی لب ** یک سخن از شهر جان در کوی لب
One word comes to the lips from Hell, one word (comes) into the region of the lips from the Spiritual City.
بحر جان‌افزا و بحر پر حرج ** در میان هر دو بحر این لب مرج
There is the spirit-increasing sea and the distressful sea: these lips are where the two seas meet (but do not mingle).
چون یپنلو در میان شهرها ** از نواحی آید آن‌جا بهرها
(’Tis) like a great mart (situated) between towns: thither come goods from all directions:
کاله‌ی معیوب قلب کیسه‌بر ** کاله‌ی پر سود مستشرف چو در
Damaged, spurious, and swindling commodities (and also) lucrative commodities highly esteemed, like pearls.
زین یپنلو هر که بازرگان‌ترست ** بر سره و بر قلب‌ها دیده‌ورست 4285
The shrewdest traders in this mart (carefully) inspect the genuine and spurious wares.
شد یپنلو مر ورا دار الرباح ** وآن گر را از عمی دار الجناح
To him (such an one) the mart is a place of gain, while to others in their blindness it is a place of loss.
هر یکی ز اجزای عالم یک به یک ** بر غبی بندست و بر استاد فک
Every particle of the world, one by one, is a fetter for the fool and a means of deliverance for the wise.
بر یکی قندست و بر دیگر چو زهر ** بر یکی لطفست و بر دیگر چو قهر
It is (sweet as) candy for one and (bitter) as poison for another: it is (beautiful as) mercy for one and (terrible) as wrath for another.
هر جمادی با نبی افسانه‌گو ** کعبه با حاجی گواه و نطق‌خو
Every inanimate thing tells a tale to the Prophet: the Ka‘ba testifies to the pilgrim and is eloquent (on his behalf).
بر مصلی مسجد آمد هم گواه ** کو همی‌آمد به من از دور راه 4290
The mosque, too, bears witness to him who performs the ritual prayer, saying, “He came a long way to (visit) me.”
با خلیل آتش گل و ریحان و ورد ** باز بر نمرودیان مرگست و درد
The fire is (like) flowers and sweet basils and roses to (one like) Khalíl (Abraham); to those like Nimrod, on the contrary, it is death and anguish.
بارها گفتیم این را ای حسن ** می‌نگردم از بیانش سیر من
We have said this many a time, O Hasan: I will never be weary of setting it forth.
بارها خوردی تو نان دفع ذبول ** این همان نانست چون نبوی ملول
Many a time have you eaten bread to prevent (yourself from) getting thin: ’tis the same bread: why are not you surfeited?
در تو جوعی می‌رسد تو ز اعتلال ** که همی‌سوزد ازو تخمه و ملال
(Because), in normal health, a new hunger comes to you, by which indigestion and satiety are consumed.
هرکه را درد مجاعت نقد شد ** نو شدن با جزو جزوش عقد شد 4295
When one actually feels the pangs of hunger, a (sense of) refreshment is associated with every part (of the body).
لذت از جوعست نه از نقل نو ** با مجاعت از شکر به نان جو
The pleasure (of eating) is (derived) from hunger, not from new dessert (viands): hunger makes barley-bread more delicious than sugar.
پس ز بی‌جوعیست وز تخمه‌ی تمام ** آن ملالت نه ز تکرار کلام
That weariness, then, is caused by lack of hunger (ardour) and complete (spiritual) indigestion, not by repetition of the discourse.
چون ز دکان و مکاس و قیل و قال ** در فریب مردمت ناید ملال
How is it that you are not weary of your shop and of haggling and disputing in order to cheat people?
چون ز غیبت و اکل لحم مردمان ** شصت سالت سیریی نامد از آن
How is it that you have not been surfeited by speaking ill of men in their absence and backbiting them for sixty years?
عشوه‌ها در صید شله‌ی کفته تو ** بی ملولی بارها خوش گفته تو 4300
Time after time, without wearying, you have gaily spoken false words of flattery in pursuit of a vile woman; [Time after time, without wearying, you have gaily spoken false words of flattery in pursuit of a ruptured (deflowered) vulva;]
بار آخر گوییش سوزان و چست ** گرم‌تر صد بار از بار نخست
And the last time you utter them with fire and energy, a hundred times more ardently than the first time.
درد داروی کهن را نو کند ** درد هر شاخ ملولی خو کند
Passion makes the old medicine new; passion lops every bough of weariness.
کیمیای نو کننده دردهاست ** کو ملولی آن طرف که درد خاست
Passion is the elixir that makes (things) new: how (can there be) weariness where passion has arisen?
هین مزن تو از ملولی آه سرد ** درد جو و درد جو و درد درد
Oh, do not sigh heavily from weariness: seek passion, seek passion, passion, passion!
خادع دردند درمان‌های ژاژ ** ره‌زنند و زرستانان رسم باژ 4305
Vain remedies (only) beguile (true) passion: they are (like) brigands and those who extort money in the form of tolls.
آب شوری نیست در مان عطش ** وقت خوردن گر نماید سرد و خوش
A briny water is no remedy for thirst: (even) if it seem cold and delicious at the moment of drinking,
لیک خادع گشته و مانع شد ز جست ** ز آب شیرینی کزو صد سبزه رست
Yet it beguiles (you) and prevents (you) from seeking the sweet water by which a hundred plants are made to grow.
هم‌چنین هر زر قلبی مانعست ** از شناس زر خوش هرجا که هست
Likewise every piece of spurious gold prevents (you) from recognising the good (genuine) gold wherever it is (to be found).
پا و پرت را به تزویری برید ** که مراد تو منم گیر ای مرید
It (the spurious gold) cuts off your feet and (clips) your wings by imposture, saying, “I am what you seek: take me, O seeker.”
گفت دردت چینم او خود درد بود ** مات بود ار چه به ظاهر برد بود 4310
It says, “I will remove thy passion,” (but) in truth it is (worthless as) dregs: it is (really) checkmate (defeat) though it is victory in appearance.
رو ز درمان دروغین می‌گریز ** تا شود دردت مصیب و مشک‌بیز
Go, always be fleeing from the false remedy, in order that thy passion may be successful and rich in perfume.
گفت نه دزدی تو و نه فاسقی ** مرد نیکی لیک گول و احمقی
He (the night-patrol) said, “You are not a thief and you are not a reprobate: you are a good man, but you are foolish and silly.
بر خیال و خواب چندین ره کنی ** نیست عقلت را تسوی روشنی
You make such a long journey, (relying) on a phantasy and (mere) dream: your intelligence has not the least spark of brightness.
بارها من خواب دیدم مستمر ** که به بغدادست گنجی مستتر
I have dreamed many times, continuously, that there is a concealed treasure at Baghdád,
در فلان سوی و فلان کویی دفین ** بود آن خود نام کوی این حزین 4315
Buried in such-and-such a quarter and such-and-such a street” —the name, in fact, was that of the street where this sorrowful man lived.
هست در خانه‌ی فلانی رو بجو ** نام خانه و نام او گفت آن عدو
“It is in so-and-so's house: go and seek it!”—the enemy (the night-patrol) named the house and mentioned his (the treasure-seeker's) name.
دیده‌ام خود بارها این خواب من ** که به بغدادست گنجی در وطن
“I myself have often dreamed that there is a treasure in the dwelling-place at Baghdád.
هیچ من از جا نرفتم زین خیال ** تو به یک خوابی بیایی بی‌ملال
I never left my home on account of this phantasy, (but) you in consequence of a single dream come (hither) without thinking of the fatigue.
خواب احمق لایق عقل ویست ** هم‌چو او بی‌قیمتست و لاشیست
The dreams of a fool are suitable to his intelligence: like it, they are worthless and good-for-nothing.
خواب زن کمتر ز خواب مرد دان ** از پی نقصان عقل و ضعف جان 4320
Know that a woman's dreams are inferior to those of a man because of her deficiency of intelligence and weakness of soul.
خواب ناقص‌عقل و گول آید کساد ** پس ز بی‌عقلی چه باشد خواب باد
The dreams of one deficient in intelligence and foolish are of little value: what, then, must be the dreams produced by (entire) lack of intelligence? (Mere) wind!”
گفت با خود گنج در خانه‌ی منست ** پس مرا آن‌جا چه فقر و شیونست
He (the treasure-seeker) said to himself, “The treasure is in my house: then why am I poverty-stricken and lamenting there?
بر سر گنج از گدایی مرده‌ام ** زانک اندر غفلت و در پرده‌ام
(While living) over the treasure, I have (almost) died of beggary because I am heedless and blind.”
زین بشارت مست شد دردش نماند ** صد هزار الحمد بی لب او بخواند
At this good news he was intoxicated (with joy): his sorrow vanished, and without (opening his) lips he chanted a hundred thousand praises to God.
گفت بد موقوف این لت لوت من ** آب حیوان بود در حانوت من 4325
He said, “My food (fortune) depended on (my suffering) these blows: the Water of life was in my shop (all the time).
رو که بر لوت شگرفی بر زدم ** کوری آن وهم که مفلس بدم
Begone, for I have met with a great piece of fortune, to confound the idea that I was destitute.
خواه احمق‌دان مرا خواهی فرو ** آن من شد هرچه می‌خواهی بگو
Deem me foolish or contemptible as you please: it (the treasure) is mine, say what you like.
من مراد خویش دیدم بی‌گمان ** هرچه خواهی گو مرا ای بددهان
Beyond doubt I have seen my wish (fulfilled): call me anything you please, O foul-mouthed one!
تو مرا پر درد گو ای محتشم ** پیش تو پر درد و پیش خود خوشم
Call me sorrowful, O respected sir: in your view I am sorrowful, but in my view I am happy.