Not like you, O foolish one, who have rushed forward just now: you are a child, and you have made yourself out to be an Elder.
نه چو تو ای خام که اکنون تاختی ** طفلی و خود را تو شیخی ساختی
You have run up, like a gourd, to the top of all, (but) where is the (spiritual) warfare and combat to sustain you?
بر دویدی چون کدو فوق همه ** کو ترا پای جهاد و ملحمه
You have rested on trees and walls for support: you have climbed up like a pumpkin, O little baldhead.
تکیه کردی بر درختان و جدار ** بر شدی ای اقرعک هم قرع‌وار
If at first you mounted on a tall cypress, yet in the end you are dry and pulpless and empty.1220
اول ار شد مرکبت سرو سهی ** لیک آخر خشک و بی‌مغزی تهی
Your green (fresh) colour soon turned yellow (faded), O pumpkin, for it was derived from rouge, it was not original.
رنگ سبزت زرد شد ای قرع زود ** زانک از گلگونه بود اصلی نبود
Story of the old woman who used to depilate and rouge her ugly face, though it could never be put right and become pleasing.
داستان آن عجوزه کی روی زشت خویشتن را جندره و گلگونه می‌ساخت و ساخته نمی‌شد و پذیرا نمی‌آمد
There was a decrepit old woman aged ninety years, her face covered with wrinkles and her complexion (yellow as) saffron.
بود کمپیری نودساله کلان ** پر تشنج روی و رنگش زعفران
Her face was in folds like the surface of a traveller's food-wallet, but there remained in her the passionate desire for a husband.
چون سر سفره رخ او توی توی ** لیک در وی بود مانده عشق شوی
Her teeth had dropped out and her hair had become (white) as milk: her figure was (bent) like a bow, and every sense in her was decayed.
ریخت دندانهاش و مو چون شیر شد ** قد کمان و هر حسش تغییر شد
Her passion for a husband and her lust and desire were (there) in full (force): the passion for snaring (was there), though the trap had fallen to pieces.1225
عشق شوی و شهوت و حرصش تمام ** عشق صید و پاره‌پاره گشته دام
(She was like) a cock that crows at the wrong time, a road that leads nowhere, a big fire beneath an empty kettle;
مرغ بی‌هنگام و راه بی‌رهی ** آتشی پر در بن دیگ تهی