کار او دارد که حق را شد مرید ** بهر کار او ز هر کاری برید
He has the (real) work who has become desirous of God and for His work's sake has severed himself from every (other) work.
دیگران چون کودکان این روز چند ** تا شب ترحال بازی می‌کنند
The rest are like children playing, these few days, till the departure at nightfall.
خوابناکی کو ز یقظت می‌جهد ** دایه‌ی وسواس عشوه‌ش می‌دهد
The drowsy one who awakes and springs up, him the nurse, evil suggestion, beguiles,
رو بخسپ ای جان که نگذاریم ما ** که کسی از خواب بجهاند ترا
Saying, “Go to sleep, my darling, for I will not let any one arouse thee from (thy heedless) slumber.”
هم تو خود را بر کنی از بیخ خواب ** هم‌چو تشنه که شنود او بانک آب 590
You yourself (if you are wise) will tear up your slumber by the roots, like the thirsty man who heard the noise of the water.
بانگ آبم من به گوش تشنگان ** هم‌چو باران می‌رسم از آسمان
(God says to you), “I am the noise of the water in the ears of the thirsty: I am coming like rain from heaven.
بر جه ای عاشق برآور اضطراب ** بانگ آب و تشنه و آنگاه خواب
Spring up, O lover, exhibit agitation: noise of water and (you) thirsty, and then to fall asleep!”
حکایت آن عاشق کی شب بیامد بر امید وعده‌ی معشوق بدان وثاقی کی اشارت کرده بود و بعضی از شب منتظر ماند و خوابش بربود معشوق آمد بهر انجاز وعده او را خفته یافت جیبش پر جوز کرد و او را خفته گذاشت و بازگشت
Story of the lover who, in hope of the tryst promised (to him) by his beloved, came at night to the house that he had indicated. He waited (there) part of the night; (then) he was overcome by sleep. (When) his beloved came to fulfil his promise and found him asleep, he filled his lap with walnuts and left him sleeping and returned (home).
عاشقی بودست در ایام پیش ** پاسبان عهد اندر عهد خویش
In the days of old there was a lover, one who kept troth in his time.
سالها در بند وصل ماه خود ** شاهمات و مات شاهنشاه خود
For years (he had been) checkmated (irretrievably caught) in the toils of (seeking) his fair one's favour and mated by his king.
عاقبت جوینده یابنده بود ** که فرج از صبر زاینده بود 595
In the end the seeker is a finder, for from patience joy is born.