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4
151-160

  • Also, in the throes of childbirth, folk beg from every venerated (saint) a piece of paper inscribed with a charm (against evil).
  • رقعه‌ی تعویذ می‌خواهند نیز ** در شکنجه‌ی طلق زن از هر عزیز
  • Therefore all have known for certain that the wind is sent by the Lord of created beings.
  • پس همه دانسته‌اند آن را یقین ** که فرستد باد رب‌العالمین
  • Therefore in the mind of every one possessing knowledge this is certain, that with everything that moves there is a mover.
  • پس یقین در عقل هر داننده هست ** اینک با جنبنده جنباننده هست
  • If you do not see him visibly, apprehend him by means of the manifestation of the effect.
  • گر تو او را می‌نبینی در نظر ** فهم کن آن را به اظهار اثر
  • The body is moved by the spirit: you do not seethe spirit; but from the movement of the body know the spirit (to be its mover). 155
  • تن به جان جنبد نمی‌بینی تو جان ** لیک از جنبیدن تن جان بدان
  • He (the lover) said, “If I am foolish in manners, I am wise in respect of faithfulness and (eager) pursuit.”
  • گفت او گر ابلهم من در ادب ** زیرکم اندر وفا و در طلب
  • She replied, “Truly the manners were these which have been seen; as for the other (things), thou thyself knowest, perverse fellow!
  • گفت ادب این بود خود که دیده شد ** آن دگر را خود همی‌دانی تو لد
  • Story of the Súfí who caught his wife with a strange man.
  • قصه‌ی آن صوفی کی زن خود را بیگانه‌ای بگرفت
  • A Súfí came (back) to his house in the daytime: the house had (only) one door, and his wife was with a cobbler.
  • صوفیی آمد به سوی خانه روز ** خانه یک در بود و زن با کفش‌دوز
  • Uxor copulata erat cum servo (amatore) suo in illo uno cubiculo propter corporis libidenem. [(His) wife was copulating with her slave (lover) in that one chamber due to bodily temptation.]
  • جفت گشته با رهی خویش زن ** اندر آن یک حجره از وسواس تن
  • When in the forenoon the Súfí knocked on the door with all his might, both (the lovers) were at a loss (what to do): (there was) neither device nor way (of escape). 160
  • چون بزد صوفی به جد در چاشتگاه ** هر دو درماندند نه حیلت نه راه