بخش 5 - دل از دست کسی بردن نداند

The heart doesn’t know taking from others’ hands or nourishing grief within the bosom;

you breathed your spirit unto that clay that knoweth nothing save eating and dying!

Our heart flies from its anchor, got stuck into form and lost the soul;

that condemned one is better than we: he did see Thee while we haven’t.

Gabriel doesn’t know this outcry and tumult, for he has not tasted the agony of search;

ask this helpless creature of yours who knows the pleasure and pain of desire!

I set up this assembly at night, I diminished through self‐revolution like the moon;

there was talk of your carelessness, but I left the meeting.

Heaven had hardly seen such scenes when Gabriel feels pangs of heart;

what a beautiful temple has been set up there: the kafir craves idols, the Muslim worships.