از صیادی بشنود آواز طیر ** مرغ ابله می‌کند آن سوی سیر2565
He hears the bird’s note from a fowler and, (like a) foolish bird, he keeps going in that direction.
نقد را از نقل نشناسد غویست ** هین ازو بگریز اگر چه معنویست
‘He dos not distinguish fact from fiction: he is misguided. Come, flee from him, even if he is spiritual (in appearance).
رسته و بر بسته پیش او یکیست ** گر یقین دعوی کند او در شکیست
What has grown (genuinely) and what has been tied on (artificially) is (all) one to him: though he may claim (to possess) intuitive certainty, he is (really) in a (great) doubt.
این چنین کس گر ذکی مطلقست ** چونش این تمییز نبود احمقست
If such a one is absolutely keen-witted, (still), when he has not this (power of) discernment, he is a fool.
هین ازو بگریز چون آهو ز شیر ** سوی او مشتاق ای دانا دلیر
Hark, flee from him as the deer from the lion: do not hasten boldly towards him, O wise man!
گریختن عیسی علیه السلام فراز کوه از احمقان
How Jesus, on whom be peace, fled to the top of a mountain (to escape) from the fools.
عیسی مریم به کوهی می‌گریخت ** شیرگویی خون او می‌خواست ریخت2570
Jesus, son of Mary, was fleeing to a mountain: you would say that a lion wished to shed his blood.
آن یکی در پی دوید و گفت خیر ** در پیت کس نیست چه گریزی چو طیر
A certain man ran after him and said, “(Is it) well (with thee)? There is no one in pursuit of thee: why dost thou flee, like a bird?”
با شتاب او آنچنان می‌تاخت جفت ** کز شتاب خود جواب او نگفت
(But) he (Jesus) still kept running with haste so (quickly) that on account of his haste he did not answer him.
یک دو میدان در پی عیسی براند ** پس بجد جد عیسی را بخواند
He pushed on in pursuit of Jesus for the distance of one or two fields, and then invoked Jesus with the utmost earnestness,
کز پی مرضات حق یک لحظه بیست ** که مرا اندر گریزت مشکلیست
Saying, “For the sake of pleasing God, stop one moment, for I have a difficulty concerning thy flight.
از کی این سو می‌گریزی ای کریم ** نه پیت شیر و نه خصم و خوف و بیم2575
From whom art thou fleeing in this direction, O noble one? There is no lion pursuing thee, no enemy, and there is no fear or danger.”
گفت از احمق گریزانم برو ** می‌رهانم خویش را بندم مشو
He said, “I am fleeing from the fool. Begone! I am saving myself. Do not debar me!”
گفت آخر آن مسیحا نه توی ** که شود کور و کر از تو مستوی
“Why,” said he, “art not thou the Messiah by whom the blind and the deaf are restored (to sight and hearing)?”
گفت آری گفت آن شه نیستی ** که فسون غیب را ماویستی
He said, “Yea.” Said the other, “Art not thou the King in whom the spells of the Unseen World have their abode?—
چون بخوانی آن فسون بر مرده‌ای ** برجهد چون شیر صید آورده‌ای
(So that) when thou chantest those spells over a dead man, he springs up (rejoicing) like a lion that has caught his prey.”
گفت آری آن منم گفتا که تو ** نه ز گل مرغان کنی ای خوب‌رو2580
He said, “Yea, I am he.” Said the other, “Dost not thou make (living) birds out of clay, O beauteous one?”
گفت آری گفت پس ای روح پاک ** هرچه خواهی می‌کنی از کیست باک
He said, “Yea.” Said the other, “Then, O pure Spirit, thou doest whatsoever thou wilt: of whom hast thou fear?
با چنین برهان که باشد در جهان ** که نباشد مر ترا از بندگان
With such (miraculous) evidence, who is there in the world that would not be one of the slaves (devoted) to thee?”
گفت عیسی که به ذات پاک حق ** مبدع تن خالق جان در سبق
Jesus said, “By the holy Essence of God, the Maker of the body and the Creator of the soul in eternity;
حرمت ذات و صفات پاک او ** که بود گردون گریبان‌چاک او
By the sanctity of the pure Essence and Attributes of Him, for whose sake the collar of Heaven is rent,
کان فسون و اسم اعظم را که من ** بر کر و بر کور خواندم شد حسن2585
(I swear) that the spells and the Most Great Name which I pronounced over the deaf and the blind were good (in their effects).
بر که سنگین بخواندم شد شکاف ** خرقه را بدرید بر خود تا بناف
I pronounced (them) over the stony mountain: it was cloven and tore upon itself its mantle down to the navel.
برتن مرده بخواندم گشت حی ** بر سر لاشی بخواندم گشت شی
I pronounced (them) over the corpse: it came to life. I pronounced (them) over nonentity: it became entity.
خواندم آن را بر دل احمق بود ** صد هزاران بار و درمانی نشد
I pronounced them lovingly over the heart of the fool hundreds of thousands of times, and ’twas no cure (for his folly).
سنگ خارا گشت و زان خو بر نگشت ** ریگ شد کز وی نروید هیچ کشت
He became hard rock and changed not from that disposition; he became sand from which no produce grows.”