Rumi's Masnavi - One night a Bedouin woman said to her husband—and she carried (her) talk beyond bounds

One night a Bedouin woman said to her husband—and she carried (her) talk beyond bounds—

یک شب اعرابی زنی مر شوی را ** گفت و از حد برد گفت‌‌وگوی را

“We are suffering all this poverty and hardship: all the world are (living) in happiness, we (alone) are unhappy.

کاین همه فقر و جفا ما می‌‌کشیم ** جمله عالم در خوشی ما ناخوشیم‌‌

We have no bread, our (only) condiment is anguish and envy: we have no jug, our (only) water is the tears (that flow) from our eyes.

نان‌‌مان نی نان خورشمان درد و رشک ** کوزه‌‌مان نه آبمان از دیده اشک‌‌

Our garment by day is the burning sunshine; at night our bed and coverlet is (made) of the moonbeams. 2255

جامه‌‌ی ما روز تاب آفتاب ** شب نهالین و لحاف از ماهتاب‌‌

We fancy the disk of the moon is a disk (round cake) of bread and lift up our hands towards the sky.

قرص مه را قرص نان پنداشته ** دست سوی آسمان برداشته‌‌

The (poorest of the) poor feel shame at our poverty: day is turned to night (darkened) by our anxiety about our daily portion (of food).

ننگ درویشان ز درویشی ما ** روز شب از روزی اندیشی ما

Kinsfolk and strangers have come to flee from us in like fashion as Sámirí from men.

خویش و بیگانه شده از ما رمان ** بر مثال سامری از مردمان‌‌

If I beg a handful of lentils from some one, he says to me, ‘Be silent, O death and plague!’

گر بخواهم از کسی یک مشت نسک ** مر مرا گوید خمش کن مرگ و جسک‌‌

The Arabs take pride in fighting and giving: thou amongst the Arabs art like a fault in writing.” 2260

مر عرب را فخر غزو است و عطا ** در عرب تو همچو اندر خط خطا

What fighting (can we do)? We are killed without fighting, we have been beheaded by the sword of want.

چه غزا ما بی‌‌غزا خود کشته‌‌ایم ** ما به تیغ فقر بی‌‌سر گشته‌‌ایم‌‌