بخش 2 - دل بی‌قید من در پیچ و تابی‌ست

My heart, free from all bonds, is restless to know: which is my fate—wrath or pleasurable encounter?

I can’t injure Iblis’s feelings even, my wayward sin is therefore a virtue.

“O mother ‘Amr, you deprived us of the cup, for it was now the turn of those on the right”

if this is the way of friendliness, throw then the cup and wine on Harem’s walls.

Self‐entangled people are in heart’s chains, they are all pain, not amenable to treatment;

why expect prostration from us? For kings don’t levy tribute on desolate land.

I go by a way that has no destination and the seeds that I scatter yield no fruit;

I am not afraid of griefs, but don’t give a grief that is not worthy of my heart.

Keep my wine away from petty‐minded, let my ripe wine be out of reach of raw hands;

better if a flame be kept away from reed‐field, bestow it on the elect, keep it from common folk!

You need not struggle to achieve, You suffer neither pain, nor grief, nor burning scar;

I fled from Spaceless Realm, because it is not the place for mid‐nightly bewailing.

Make me fill this world with commotion, And completely change the earth and the sky.

Translation: Mustansir Mir

Raise a new Adam from our dust, And kill this slave of profit and loss.

Translation: Mustansir Mir

This is a world which is made even darker by the sun, Its right is wrong all through.

Translation: Mustansir Mir

I do not know for how long You will use Adam’s blood to give it colour and glow!

Translation: Mustansir Mir

I’m Thy slave, I seek nothing but Thy wish, I tread only the path that Thou willed;

but if Thou ask’st this simpleton to call an ass an Arab horse, I can’t!