God saith, “Yea, O pure (heart); but hearken (unto Me) and have patience, for patience is better.410
حق همی‌گوید که آری ای نزه ** لیک بشنو صبر آر و صبر به
The dawn is near. Hush, do not wail! I am striving for thee, do not thou strive.”
صبح نزدیکست خامش کم خروش ** من همی‌کوشم پی تو تو مکوش
The rest of the Story of the Khwaja’s going to the village on the invitation of the countryman.
بقیه‌ی داستان رفتن خواجه به دعوت روستایی سوی ده
It (this digression) has passed beyond bounds: return, O valiant friend. The countryman, mark you, took the Khwaja to his house.
شد ز حد هین باز گرد ای یار گرد ** روستایی خواجه را بین خانه برد
Put aside the story of the people of Saba: tell how the Khwaja came to the village.
قصه‌ی اهل سبا یک گوشه نه ** آن بگو کان خواجه چون آمد به ده
The countryman used blandishments in ingratiating himself, until he made the Khwaja’s prudence crazy.
روستایی در تملق شیوه کرد ** تا که حزم خواجه را کالیوه کرد
He ( the Khwaja) was distracted by message upon message, till the clear water of his prudence became turbid.415
از پیام اندر پیام او خیره شد ** تا زلال حزم خواجه تیره شد
On the same side his children in approval (of the country-man’s invitation) were joyously striking up “Let us frolic and play,”
هم ازینجا کودکانش در پسند ** نرتع و نلعب بشادی می‌زدند
Like Joseph, whom by the wondrous (act of Divine) predestination (the words). “Let us frolic and play” carried off from his father’s shadow (protection).
همچو یوسف کش ز تقدیر عجب ** نرتع و نلعب ببرد از ظل آب
That is not (joyful) play; nay, ‘tis play with one’s life, ‘tis cunning and deceit and contrivance of fraud.
آن نه بازی بلک جانبازیست آن ** حیله و مکر و دغاسازیست آن
Whatsoever would fling you asunder from the Friend, do not listen to it, for it holds loss, loss.
هرچه از یارت جدا اندازد آن ** مشنو آن را کان زیان دارد زیان