Whosoever is a clay-eater (corporealist) took the dregs, (but) the Súfí went impatiently towards the pure (essence).
هر که گل خوارست دردی را گرفت ** رفت صوفی سوی صافی ناشکفت
He said (to himself), “Of necessity the dregs have a pure (essence): by means of this indication the heart advances to purity.”
گفت لابد درد را صافی بود ** زین دلالت دل به صفوت می‌رود
The dregs are difficulty and their pure (essence) is their ease: the pure (essence) is like the ripe date, and the dregs (are like) the date in its immature stage.360
درد عسر افتاد و صافش یسر او ** صاف چون خرما و دردی بسر او
Ease is accompanied by difficulty; come, do not despair: through this death thou hast the way into Life.
یسر با عسرست هین آیس مباش ** راه داری زین ممات اندر معاش
(If) thou desirest (spiritual) peace, rend thy jubba, O son, that immediately thou mayst emerge pure.
روح خواهی جبه بشکاف ای پسر ** تا از آن صفوت برآری زود سر
The (true) Súfí is he who has become a seeker of purity: (it is) not from (wearing) the garment of wool and patching (it) and (committing) sodomy.
هست صوفی آنک شد صفوت‌طلب ** نه از لباس صوف و خیاطی و دب
With these base scoundrels Súfism has become patching and sodomy, and that is all.
صوفیی گشته به پیش این لام ** الخیاطه واللواطه والسلام
To wear colours (coloured garments) with the fancy of (attaining to) that purity and good name is good (commendable), but365
بر خیال آن صفا و نام نیک ** رنگ پوشیدن نکو باشد ولیک
(Only) if, with the fancy thereof, you go on (till you attain) to its (essential) principle; not like those who worship (worldly) fancies manifold.
بر خیالش گر روی تا اصل او ** نی چو عباد خیال تو به تو
Your fancy is the baton of (Divine) jealousy (which prevents you from prowling) round about the curtained pavilion of (Divine) Beauty;
دور باش غیرتت آمد خیال ** گرد بر گرد سراپرده‌ی جمال