Upon the door and wall of the body moulded of clay God, in His jealousy, traced the figures of a hundred Súfís (of this sort),
بر در و دیوار جسم گلسرشت ** حق ز غیرت نقش صد صوفی نبشت
To the end that by means of magic those figures should move and that Moses' rod should be hidden.
تا ز سحر آن نقشها جنبان شود ** تا عصای موسوی پنهان شود
The truth of the rod swallows up the figures, (but) the Pharaoh-like eye is filled with dust and gravel (and cannot see).
نقشها را میخورد صدق عصا ** چشم فرعونیست پر گرد و حصا
Another Súfí entered the battle-line twenty times for the purpose of fighting3810
صوفی دیگر میان صف حرب ** اندر آمد بیست بار از بهر ضرب
Along with the Moslems when they attacked the infidels; he did not fall back with the Moslems in their retreat.
با مسلمانان به کافر وقت کر ** وانگشت او با مسلمانان به فر
He was wounded, but he bandaged the wound which he had received, and once more advanced to the charge and combat,
زخم خورد و بست زخمی را که خورد ** بار دیگر حمله آورد و نبرد
In order that his body might not die cheaply at one blow and that he might receive twenty blows in the battle.
تا نمیرد تن به یک زخم از گزاف ** تا خورد او بیست زخم اندر مصاف
To him it was anguish that he should give up his soul at one blow and that his soul should escape lightly from the hand of his fortitude.
حیفش آمد که به زخمی جان دهد ** جان ز دست صدق او آسان رهد
Story of the (spiritual) warrior who every day used to take one dirhem separately from a purse containing (pieces of) silver and throw it into a ditch (full of water) for the purpose of thwarting the greed and cupidity of his fleshly soul; and how his soul tempted him, saying, “Since you are going to throw (this money) into the ditch, at least throw it away all at once, so that I may gain deliverance, for despair is one of the two (possible) reliefs”; and how he replied, “I will not give thee this relief either.”
حکایت آن مجاهد کی از همیان سیم هر روز یک درم در خندق انداختی به تفاریق از بهر ستیزهی حرص و آرزوی نفس و وسوسهی نفس کی چون میاندازی به خندق باری به یکبار بینداز تا خلاص یابم کی الیاس احدی الراحتین او گفته کی این راحت نیز ندهم
A certain man had forty dirhems in his hand: every night he would throw one (of them) into the sea-water,3815
آن یکی بودش به کف در چل درم ** هر شب افکندی یکی در آب یم
In order that the long agony suffered in (the process of) deliberation might become grievous to the illusory soul.
تا که گردد سخت بر نفس مجاز ** در تانی درد جان کندن دراز