(The World says), “I am the thorn-blossom, O sweet cherisher (of love for me): the flower will drop and I shall remain a (mere) thorn-bough.”
من شکوفه‌ی خارم ای خوش گرمدار ** گل بریزد من بمانم شاخ خار
The cry of its (the World's) blossom is, “Here is the flower-seller!” The cry of its thorn is, “Do not strive (to advance) towards me.”1625
بانگ اشکوفه‌ش که اینک گل‌فروش ** بانگ خار او که سوی ما مکوش
(If) thou hast accepted (responded to) this (alluring cry), thou art left (unmoved) by the other, for a lover is deaf to the contrary of the object loved (by him).
این پذیرفتی بماندی زان دگر ** که محب از ضد محبوبست کر
The one cry is this, “Here am I, ready”; the other cry is, “Look upon my latter end.
آن یکی بانگ این که اینک حاضرم ** بانگ دیگر بنگر اندر آخرم
My readiness is like guile and ambush: behold the image of the end in the mirror of the beginning.”
حاضری‌ام هست چون مکر و کمین ** نقش آخر ز آینه‌ی اول ببین
When thou hast gone into one of these two sacks, thou hast become contrary and unsuitable to the other.
چون یکی زین دو جوال اندر شدی ** آن دگر را ضد و نا درخور شدی
Oh, happy is he who, from the first, heard that which the intelligences and the (spiritual) ears of (holy) men have heard.1630
ای خنک آنکو ز اول آن شنید ** کش عقول و مسمع مردان شنید
(If) it (the World) has found the house (the heart) empty and taken abode (there), all else appears to him (the owner of the house) perverted or wonderful (extraordinary).
خانه خالی یافت و جا را او گرفت ** غیر آنش کژ نماید یا شگفت
(So with) the new pot that has drawn to itself some urine: water cannot detach that filth (from it).
کوزه‌ی نو کو به خود بولی کشید ** آن خبث را آب نتواند برید
Everything in the world draws something (to itself): infidelity (draws) the infidel and righteousness him who is guided aright.
در جهان هر چیز چیزی می‌کشد ** کفر کافر را و مرشد را رشد