Night has wrecked the ship of (my) understanding and senses: no hope is left, nor fear nor despair.
شب شکسته کشتی فهم و حواس ** نه امیدی مانده نه خوف و نه یاس
God has borne me into the sea of Mercy: (I know not) with what specialty He will fill me and send me (back to the world).
برده در دریای رحمت ایزدم ** تا ز چه فن پر کند بفرستدم
He fills one with the light of Majesty, while He fills another with (vain) imagination and fancy.
آن یکی را کرده پر نور جلال ** وآن دگر را کرده پر وهم و خیال
If I had any judgement and skill by myself, my judgement and forethought would be under my control;
گر بخویشم هیچ رای و فن بدی ** رای و تدبیرم به حکم من بدی
At night my consciousness would not go (from me) without my bidding, and my birds (senses and faculties) would be under my trap.2325
شب نرفتی هوش بی‌فرمان من ** زیر دام من بدی مرغان من
I should be aware of the stages (of the journey) of the soul (both) at the time of sleep and unconsciousness and (at the time of) tribulation.
بودمی آگه ز منزلهای جان ** وقت خواب و بیهشی و امتحان
Inasmuch as my hand is (made) empty by this (sovereign) power of His to loose and bind, oh, I wonder, from whom comes this self-conceit of mine?
چون کفم زین حل و عقد او تهیست ** ای عجب این معجبی من ز کیست
I have even deemed that what I saw was not seen (by me), and (like a beggar) I have again held up the basket of invocation.
دیده را نادیده خود انگاشتم ** باز زنبیل دعا برداشتم
Like alif, I possess nothing, O Gracious One, except a heart more constricted with anguish than the eye of mim.
چون الف چیزی ندارم ای کریم ** جز دلی دلتنگ‌تر از چشم میم
This alif and this mím are the mother (umm) of our existence: the mím of umm is narrow (distressful), and the alif is (begging for deliverance) from it (like) a sturdy beggar.2330
این الف وین میم ام بود ماست ** میم ام تنگست الف زو نر گداست