The Súfí was not at all pleased with that act of kindness, because he had not drawn the sword in the holy war.
زان تلطف هیچ صوفی خوش نشد ** که میان غزو خنجر کش نشد
So they said to him, “We have brought prisoners in: do thou take that one to kill.
پس بگفتندش که آوردیم اسیر ** آن یکی را بهر کشتن تو بگیر
Cut off his head, in order that thou too mayst be a holy warrior.” (Thereupon) the Súfí was somewhat pleased and encouraged;3745
سر ببرش تا تو هم غازی شوی ** اندکی خوش گشت صوفی دلقوی
For, though in the ritual ablution water has a hundred excellences, (yet) when it is not (obtainable) one must make use of sand.
که آب را گر در وضو صد روشنیست ** چونک آن نبود تیمم کردنیست
The Súfí led the pinioned prisoner behind the tent in order to wage the holy war.
برد صوفی آن اسیر بسته را ** در پس خرگه که آرد او غزا
The Súfí tarried with the prisoner a long while; the party (of soldiers) said, “The dervish has made a long stay there.
دیر ماند آن صوفی آنجا با اسیر ** قوم گفتا دیر ماند آنجا فقیر
An infidel with both hands tied! (Surely) he is ready for killing: what is the cause of this delay in slaughtering him?”
کافر بسته دو دست او کشتنیست ** بسملش را موجب تاخیر چیست
One of them went after him to investigate: he found the infidel on the top of him (the Súfí),3750
آمد آن یک در تفحص در پیش ** دید کافر را به بالای ویش
Tanquam mas super femina, and the infidel couching upon the dervish like a lion. [Like a male upon a female, and the infidel [sic: prisoner] couching upon the dervish like a lion.]
With his hands tied, he was gnawing the Súfí's throat in obstinate strife.
دستها بسته همیخایید او ** از سر استیز صوفی را گلو
The infidel was gnawing his throat with his teeth: the Súfí lay beneath, senseless.
گبر میخایید با دندان گلوش ** صوفی افتاده به زیر و رفته هوش
The pinioned infidel, (fierce) as a cat, had wounded his throat without (using) a lance.
دستبسته گبر و همچون گربهای ** خسته کرده حلق او بیحربهای
The prisoner had half-killed him with his teeth: his beard was soaked in blood from the throat of the dervish.3755
نیم کشتش کرده با دندان اسیر ** ریش او پر خون ز حلق آن فقیر
(This is) like you, who under the violence of your pinioned fleshly soul have become as senseless and abject as that Súfí.
همچو تو کز دست نفس بسته دست ** همچو آن صوفی شدی بیخویش و پست
O you whose religion is incapable of (climbing) a single hillock, there are a hundred thousand mountains in front of you.
ای شده عاجز ز تلی کیش تو ** صد هزاران کوهها در پیش تو
You are dead with fear of a ridge of this (small) size: how will you climb up precipices (big) as a mountain?
زین قدر خرپشته مردی از شکوه ** چون روی بر عقبههای همچو کوه
The warriors, (moved) by (religious) zeal, at that very instant ruthlessly put the infidel to the sword.
غازیان کشتند کافر را بتیغ ** هم در آن ساعت ز حمیت بیدریغ
They sprinkled water and rose-water on the face of the Súfí, that he might recover from his unconsciousness and the sleep (of his senses).3760
بر رخ صوفی زدند آب و گلاب ** تا به هوش آید ز بیخویشی و خواب
When he came to himself, he saw the party (of soldiers), and they asked him how it had happened,
چون به خویش آمد بدید آن قوم را ** پس بپرسیدند چون بد ماجرا
(Saying), “God! God! what is the matter, O worshipful one? By what thing wert thou made so senseless?
الله الله این چه حالست ای عزیز ** این چنین بیهوش گشتی از چه چیز
Was a half-killed pinioned infidel the cause of thy falling into such a senseless and abject plight?”
از اسیر نیمکشت بستهدست ** این چنین بیهوش افتادی و پست
He replied, “When I attempted (to cut off) his head in anger, the impudent fellow looked at me queerly.
گفت چون قصد سرش کردم به خشم ** طرفه در من بنگرید آن شوخچشم
He opened his eyes wide at me: he rolled his eyes, and consciousness vanished from my body.3765
چشم را وا کرد پهن او سوی من ** چشم گردانید و شد هوشم ز تن
The rolling of his eyes seemed to me an army: I cannot describe how terrible it was.
گردش چشمش مرا لشکر نمود ** من ندانم گفت چون پر هول بود
(Let me) cut the story short: from (fright at) those eyes I became so beside myself and fell to the ground.”
قصه کوته کن کزان چشم این چنین ** رفتم از خود اوفتادم بر زمین
How the champions (of Islam) counselled him, saying, “Since thou hast so little heart (courage) and stomach (pluck) that thou art made senseless by the rolling of a captive and pinioned infidel's eyes, so that the dagger drops from thy hand, take heed, take heed! Keep to the kitchen of the Súfí convent and do not go to battle lest thou incur public disgrace!”
نصیحت مبارزان او را کی با این دل و زهره کی تو داری کی از کلابیسه شدن چشم کافر اسیری دست بسته بیهوش شوی و دشنه از دست بیفتد زنهار زنهار ملازم مطبخ خانقاه باش و سوی پیکار مرو تا رسوا نشوی