That fine fellow thinks his horse is lost, while the horse in truth is sweeping him onward like the wind.
اسب خود را یاوه داند آن جواد ** و اسب خود او را کشان کرده چو باد
In lamentation and inquiry that scatterbrain (runs) from door to door in every direction, asking and searching:
در فغان و جستجو آن خیره‌‌سر ** هر طرف پرسان و جویان دربدر
“Where and who is he that stole my horse?” What is this (animal) under thy thigh, O master?
کان که دزدید اسب ما را کو و کیست ** این که زیر ران تست ای خواجه چیست
“Yes, this is the horse, but where is this horse?” O dexterous rider in search of thy horse, come to thyself!
آری این اسب است لیک این اسب کو ** با خود آ ای شهسوار اسب جو
The Spirit is lost (to view) because of its being so manifest and near: how, having thy belly full of water, art thou dry-lipped like a jar?1120
جان ز پیدایی و نزدیکی است گم ** چون شکم پر آب و لب خشکی چو خم
How wilt thou see red and green and russet, unless before (seeing) these three (colours) thou see the light?
کی ببینی سرخ و سبز و فور را ** تا نبینی پیش از این سه نور را
But since thy mind was lost (absorbed) in (perception of) the colour, those colours became to thee a veil from (debarred thee from contemplating) the light.
لیک چون در رنگ گم شد هوش تو ** شد ز نور آن رنگها رو پوش تو
Inasmuch as at night those colours were hidden, thou sawest that thy vision of the colour was (derived) from the light.
چون که شب آن رنگها مستور بود ** پس بدیدی دید رنگ از نور بود
There is no vision of colour without the external light: even so it is with the colour of inward phantasy.
نیست دید رنگ بی‌‌نور برون ** همچنین رنگ خیال اندرون
This outward (light) is (derived) from the sun and from Suhá, while the inward (light) is from the reflexion of the beams of (Divine) Glory.1125
این برون از آفتاب و از سها ** و اندرون از عکس انوار علی