I have tried it: my death is (consists) in life: when I escape from this life, ’tis to endure for ever.
آزمودم مرگ من در زندگیست ** چون رهم زین زندگی پایندگیست
“Kill me, kill me, O trusty friends! Lo, in my being killed is life on life.”
اقتلونی اقتلونی یا ثقات ** ان فی قتلی حیاتا فی حیات
O Thou that makest the cheek radiant, O Spirit of everlastingness, draw my spirit to Thyself and generously bestow on me the meeting (with Thee).3840
یا منیر الخد یا روح البقا ** اجتذب روحی وجد لی باللقا
I have a Beloved whose love roasts the bowels (of my heart): if He wished to walk upon mine eye, He would walk (upon it, and be welcome).
لی حبیب حبه یشوی الحشا ** لو یشا یمشی علی عینی مشی
Speak Persian, though Arabic is sweeter: Love indeed hath a hundred other tongues (besides these two).
پارسی گو گرچه تازی خوشترست ** عشق را خود صد زبان دیگرست
When the scent of that Charmer of hearts begins to fly (abroad), all those tongues become dumbfounded.
بوی آن دلبر چو پران میشود ** آن زبانها جمله حیران میشود
I will cease (from speech): the Sweetheart has begun to speak, be (all) ear—and God best knoweth the right course.
بس کنم دلبر در آمد در خطاب ** گوش شو والله اعلم بالصواب
Since the lover has repented, now beware (of misapprehension), for he will lecture, like the adepts (in mystical love), on the gallows.3845
چونک عاشق توبه کرد اکنون بترس ** کو چو عیاران کند بر دار درس
Although this lover is going to Bukhárá, he is not going to (attend) lectures or to (learn from) a teacher.
گرچه این عاشق بخارا میرود ** نه به درس و نه به استا میرود
For lovers, the (only) lecturer is the beauty of the Beloved, their (only) book and lecture and lesson is His face.
عاشقان را شد مدرس حسن دوست ** دفتر و درس و سبقشان روی اوست
They are silent (outwardly), but the shrill noise of their repetition is going up to the throne and high-seat of their Friend.
خامشند و نعرهی تکرارشان ** میرود تا عرش و تخت یارشان
Their (only) lesson is enthusiasm and the whirling dance and quaking agitation; not the Ziyádát and the chapter on “the chain.”
درسشان آشوب و چرخ و زلزله ** نه زیاداتست و باب سلسله
The “chain” of these people (the lovers of God) is the musk-dropping curls (of the Beloved); they have the question of “the circle,” but it is the “circle” of the Friend.3850
سلسلهی این قوم جعد مشکبار ** مسلهی دورست لیکن دور یار
If any one ask you about the question of “the purse,” tell (him) that God's treasure is not contained in purses.
مسلهی کیس ار بپرسد کس ترا ** گو نگنجد گنج حق در کیسهها
If talk of khul‘ and mubárá is going on (among them), do not disapprove: (inwardly) mention is being made of “Bukhárá.”
گر دم خلع و مبارا میرود ** بد مبین ذکر بخارا میرود
The mention (recollection) of any thing produces a particular (spiritual) effect, inasmuch as every quality has a quiddity.
ذکر هر چیزی دهد خاصیتی ** زانک دارد هرصفت ماهیتی
In Bukhárá you attain to (perfection in) the sciences: when you turn to lowliness (ba-khwárí), you are freed from them.
در بخارا در هنرها بالغى ** چون به خوارى رو نهى ز آن فارغى
That man of Bukhárá had not the vexation of knowledge: he was fixing his eyes on the sun of vision.3855
آن بخاری غصهی دانش نداشت ** چشم بر خورشید بینش میگماشت
No one who in solitude has found the way to vision will seek power by means of the (diverse) kinds of knowledge.
هرکه درخلوت ببینش یافت راه ** او ز دانشها نجوید دستگاه
When he has become a boon-companion to the beauty of the Soul, he will have a disgust of traditional learning and knowledge.
با جمال جان چوشد همکاسهای ** باشدش ز اخبار و دانش تاسهای
Vision is superior to knowledge: hence the present world prevails (over the next world) in the view of the vulgar,
دید بردانش بود غالب فرا ** زان همی دنیا بچربد عامه را
Because they regard this world as ready money, while they deem what concerns that (other) world to be (like) a debt.
زانک دنیا را همیبینند عین ** وآن جهانی را همیدانند دین
How that loving servant turned his face towards Bukhárá.
رو نهادن آن بندهی عاشق سوی بخارا
With throbbing heart the lover, who shed tears mingled with blood, set out for Bukhárá in hot haste.3860
رو نهاد آن عاشق خونابهریز ** دلطپان سوی بخارا گرم و تیز
The sands of Ámún seemed to him like silk, the river Oxus seemed to him like a pond.
ریگ آمون پیش او همچون حریر ** آب جیحون پیش او چون آبگیر
To him that wilderness was like a rose-garden: he was falling on his back from laughter, like the (full-blown) rose.
آن بیابان پیش او چون گلستان ** میفتاد از خنده او چون گلستان