Oh, where, I wonder, is that covenant and oath? Where are the promises of that lip like candy?
ای عجب آن عهد و آن سوگند کو ** وعدههای آن لب چون قند کو
If thy having forsaken thy slave is because of (his) ill service (to thee)—when thou doest ill to the ill-doer, then what is the difference (between master and slave)?
گر فراق بنده از بد بندهگی است ** چون تو با بدبندگی پس فرق چیس
Oh, the ill thou doest in wrath and quarrel is more delightful than music and the sound of the harp.1565
ای بدی که تو کنی در خشم و جنگ ** با طرب تر از سماع و بانگ چنگ
Oh, thy cruelty is better than felicity, and thy vengeance dearer than life.
ای جفای تو ز دولت خوبتر ** و انتقام تو ز جان محبوبتر
This is thy fire: how (what) must be thy light! This is (thy) mourning, so how (what) indeed must be thy festival!
نار تو این است نورت چون بود ** ماتم این تا خود که سورت چون بود
In respect of the sweetnesses which thy cruelty hath, and in respect of thy beauty, no one gets to the bottom of thee.
از حلاوتها که دارد جور تو ** وز لطافت کس نیابد غور تو
I complain, and (yet) I fear lest he believe me and from kindness make that cruelty less.
نالم و ترسم که او باور کند ** وز کرم آن جور را کمتر کند
I am exceedingly enamoured of his violence and his gentleness: ’tis marvelous (that) I (am) in love with both these contraries.1570
عاشقم بر قهر و بر لطفش به جد ** بو العجب من عاشق این هر دو ضد
By God, if (I escape) from this thorn (of sorrow) and enter the garden (of joy), because of this I shall begin to moan like the nightingale.
و الله ار زین خار در بستان شوم ** همچو بلبل زین سبب نالان شوم
This is a wondrous nightingale that opens his mouth to eat thorns and roses together.
این عجب بلبل که بگشاید دهان ** تا خورد او خار را با گلستان