(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
It (fancy) bars every seeker, saying, “There is no way (admission)”: every fancy confronts him (the seeker) and says “Stop!”—
بسته هر جوینده را که راه نیست ** هر خیالش پیش می‌آید بیست
Except, indeed, that person of sharp hearing and keen intelligence who possesses enthusiasm (derived) from the host of His (God's) helps (to victory).
جز مگر آن تیزکوش تیزهوش ** کش بود از جیش نصرتهاش جوش
He does not recoil from the fancies (which bar the way) nor is he checked: he shows the King's arrow (token); then way is made (for him to enter).370
نجهد از تخییلها نی شه شود ** تیر شه بنماید آنگه ره شود
(O God), bestow forethought on this bewildered heart, and bestow the arrow (of resolution) on these bows bent double.
این دل سرگشته را تدبیر بخش ** وین کمانهای دوتو را تیر بخش
From that hidden goblet (of Thine) Thou hast poured out of the cup of the noble (prophets and saints) a draught over the dusty earth.
جرعه‌ای بر ریختی زان خفیه جام ** بر زمین خاک من کاس الکرام
From the draught thereof there is a trace on the locks and cheeks (of the fair): hence kings lick the earth (of which the bodies of the fair are made).
هست بر زلف و رخ از جرعه‌ش نشان ** خاک را شاهان همی‌لیسند از آن
’Tis the draught of (Divine) beauty—(mingled) in the lovely earth—that thou art kissing with a hundred hearts day and night.
جرعه حسنست اندر خاک گش ** که به صد دل روز و شب می‌بوسیش
Since the draught, when mingled with dust, makes thee mad, think how its pure essence would affect thee!375
جرعه خاک آمیز چون مجنون کند ** مر ترا تا صاف او خود چون کند
Every one is tattered (torn with emotion) in the presence of a clod that has received a draught of Beauty.
هر کسی پیش کلوخی جامه‌چاک ** که آن کلوخ از حسن آمد جرعه‌ناک
(There is) a draught (poured) on the moon and the sun and Aries; (there is) a draught (poured) on the Throne and the Footstool and Saturn.
جرعه‌ای بر ماه و خورشید و حمل ** جرعه‌ای بر عرش و کرسی و زحل
Oh, I wonder, wilt thou call it a draught or an elixir, since from contact with it so many splendours arise?
جرعه گوییش ای عجب یا کیمیا ** که ز اسیبش بود چندین بها
Earnestly seek contact with it, O accomplished man: none shall touch it except the purified.
جد طلب آسیب او ای ذوفنون ** لا یمس ذاک الا المطهرون
One draught (is poured) on gold and rubies and pearls; one draught (is poured) on wine and dessert and fruits;380
جرعه‌ای بر زر و بر لعل و درر ** جرعه‌ای بر خمر و بر نقل و ثمر
One draught on the faces of the charming fair: (consider, then,) how (marvellous) must be that pure wine!
جرعه‌ای بر روی خوبان لطاف ** تا چگونه باشد آن راواق صاف
Inasmuch as thou rubbest thy tongue (even) on this (earthly draught), how (enamoured of it) wilt thou be when thou seest (tastest) it without the clay!
چون همی مالی زبان را اندرین ** چون شوی چون بینی آن را بی ز طین
When at the hour of death that pure draught is separated from the bodily clod by dying,
چونک وقت مرگ آن جرعه‌ی صفا ** زین کلوخ تن به مردن شد جدا
Thou quickly buriest that which remains, since it had been made such an ugly thing by that (separation).
آنچ می‌ماند کنی دفنش تو زود ** این چنین زشتی بدان چون گشته بود
When the Spirit displays its beauty without this carcase, I cannot express the loveliness of that union.385
جان چو بی این جیفه بنماید جمال ** من نتانم گفت لطف آن وصال
When the Moon displays its radiance without this cloud, ’tis impossible to describe that glory and majesty.
مه چو بی‌این ابر بنماید ضیا ** شرح نتوان کرد زان کار و کیا
How delightful is that Kitchen full of honey and sugar, of which these (worldly) monarchs are (only) the lick-platters!
حبذا آن مطبخ پر نوش و قند ** کین سلاطین کاسه‌لیسان ویند
How delightful is that Stack in the spiritual field, of which every (other) stack is (only) the gleaner!
حبذا آن خرمن صحرای دین ** که بود هر خرمن آن را دانه‌چین
How delightful is the Sea of painless Life, of which the Seven Seas are (only) a dewdrop!
حبذا دریای عمر بی‌غمی ** که بود زو هفت دریا شب‌نمی
When the Cup-bearer of Alast poured a draught upon this nitrous abject earth,390
جرعه‌ای چون ریخت ساقی الست ** بر سر این شوره خاک زیردست