Because thou hast been much occupied with My reflexion, thou hast gained the power to contemplate My essence denuded (of the forms by which it is veiled).3280
زانک بس با عکس من در بافتی ** قوت تجرید ذاتم یافتی
When My pull is set in motion (begins to be exerted) from this side, he (the Christian) does not see (is not conscious of) the priest intervening (between him and Me).”
چون ازین سو جذبهی من شد روان ** او کشش را مینبیند در میان
(At that time) he is craving forgiveness for his sins and trespasses from the grace of God behind the veil.
مغفرت میخواهد از جرم و خطا ** از پس آن پرده از لطف خدا
When a fountain gushes from a rock, the rock disappears in the fountain.
چون ز سنگی چشمهای جاری شود ** سنگ اندر چشمه متواری شود
After that, no one calls it “stone,” seeing that such a pure substance has gushed forth from the rock.
کس نخواهد بعد از آن او را حجر ** زانک جاری شد از آن سنگ آن گهر
Know that these forms are (like) bowls and acquire excellence through that which God pours into them.3285
کاسهها دان این صور را واندرو ** آنچ حق ریزد بدان گیرد علو
How the kinsfolk of Majnún said to him, “The beauty of Laylá is limited, it is not so very great: in our city there are many fairer than she. We will show unto thee one or two or ten: take thy choice, and deliver us (from reproach) and thyself (from affliction)”; and how Majnún answered them.
گفتن خویشاوندان مجنون را کی حسن لیلی باندازهایست چندان نیست ازو نغزتر در شهر ما بسیارست یکی و دو و ده بر تو عرضه کنیم اختیار کن ما را و خود را وا رهان و جواب گفتن مجنون ایشان را
The fools in their ignorance said to Majnún, “The beauty of Laylá is not so very great, it is of slight account.
ابلهان گفتند مجنون را ز جهل ** حسن لیلی نیست چندان هست سهل
There are thousands of moon-like sweethearts fairer than she in our city.”
بهتر از وی صد هزاران دلربا ** هست همچون ماه اندر شهر ما
He replied, “The (outward) form is a pot, and beauty is the wine: God is giving me wine from her form.
گفت صورت کوزه است و حسن می ** می خدایم میدهد از نقش وی
He gave you vinegar from her pot, lest love of her should pull you by the ears.”
مر شما را سرکه داد از کوزهاش ** تا نباشد عشق اوتان گوش کش